Lisa Armstrong: What was Michelle Williams doing in her zero-sex appeal onesie on the Bafta red carpet?
I’VE seen a few challenging male outfits on the catwalks in my time, but the tiger onesie is something else: a kind of slanket with legs, ears and orange stripes. There’s not much in the way of dignity and, unless things have got really weird in the dating game, zero sex appeal.
If these outfits were simply being dusted down for fancy dress parties, I’d let it pass. But when I visited my daughter in Leeds this weekend, they seemed to have become what we fashion experts call “a staple”. Forget smoking jackets, William Morris florals or any of the other Wildean tropes that designers, particularly in Milan, fondly imagine the world’s menfolk adopting in the coming months: the tiger onesie is the real sleeper hit of the menswear season.
God knows what to make of this insight into the male psyche. It’s fair enough that boys should get to play dress-up – women have been wearing fairy and devil costumes for years now – but tigers? Why not astronauts or firemen?