12.04.07 5:00 AM CST
• Fashion
• Conor Hogan
The first snow fell on New York City this past weekend, and for me, this was Old Man Winter signaling me to break out the long underwear. That’s right, I wear long underwear. Not only that, I enjoy wearing long underwear. I’d buy stock in long underwear if I could. Yet every time I stand on my soap box and proclaim the necessity for long johns, I get resistance from the hoi polloi. Most believe that long underwear is meant solely for downhill skiing or hunting black bear in the Yukon territory, not for mornings in Manhattan.
But what sense does it make to wrap my upper torso in seven layers, and leave my legs protected with one pair of thin, wool trousers? I’m not suggesting we wear union suits every day this winter, but it’s not unreasonable to throw on a pair of long johns when the wind chill dips to zero on the Kelvin scale.
There are all kinds of moisture wicking, tri-insulated, thermo-nuclear long johns out there, but I’ve found that the basics work just fine. A simple waffle style keeps you warm and goes unnoticed under a suit.
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Comments on this entry:
The good old-fashioned union suit never looked so fine as it did in the December 1966 Centerfold, when it was coming off Playmate Sue Bernard:
http://cyber.playboy.com/members/playmates/files/1966/12/centerfold.html
Nice article and photo