Reebok Classics, Silk Pyjamas and Junk Food

A weekly roundup of anything fashion-related that's made us excited about having bodies that we can dress with clothes.

REEBOK CLASSICS X PALACE

Sure, you might have flirted with some jazzy hi-top Workouts in your teens (can we just axe 2006 from our collective memory?) but it's Reebok Classics that you'll find tumbling out of your over-stuffed wardrobe at 45. They're just the right balance of athletic and "I slept on the floor of Super Kebab last night" which is hopefully also your mantra for summer 2013. They're yoga and Smirnoff Ice; sit-ups and grappa. Now, there's a Classics collab with Palace which ticks pretty much any and every box you're looking to tick in a pair of trainers. Get a pair in the pop-up shop on Floral Street, or DIY your own laces with a sharpie. Or both.

SHAKE SHACK EXISTS IN COVENT GARDEN NOW

I know, fast food as a trend is the most annoying thing in the world. Also, it's so played out that if we ever considered it "fashionable" then by now it's on the same level as Primark. So why am I talking about burgers in this week's Tidbits? Because it's Shake Shack, dumbass. The stuff of hangover legend, they've just opened a Covent Garden outlet, the first outside of the States. Their frozen custard is rich enough to make you forget that a McFlurry ever existed; we're talking marshmallow sauce and hazelnut brownie whizzed together with ice-cream and frozen yoghurt's plus-sized model cousin. Shake Shack, why has it taken you so long to grace us with your expensive yummiez?

SEXY SILK PYJAMAS (THAT YOU CAN'T AFFORD)

In reality, pyjamas usually consist of either a T-shirt you stole from one of your exes or absolutely nothing. Nobody really wears pyjamas, because unless you're one of those never-nude weirdos who sleeps in a full tracksuit, then chances are you appreciate the freedom of being emancipated from the shackles of clothing every night. That said, the idea of the perfect pyjama is almost definitely something along the lines of Olivia von Halle's line of silky ones. While they might set you back more than you spend on lunch for three months, I would imagine the feeling of waking up wearing pink silk pyjamas is akin to the feeling that washes over you the first time you kill a man. Pure, unadulterated, selfish bliss.

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