The television-watching look seems to me the most important overlooked sartorial issue of this time of year. We are at saturation point with novelty jumpers; we have, surely, reached peak office-party-jumpsuit. Close readers of our coverage will have noticed that we on the Guardian fashion desk have lately made the bold move, essential for the blossoming of any nascent trend, of championing a silly name for it. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you dormcore.
Dormcore is the love child of normcore and Grace Coddington in pyjamas. It is staying-in clothes as statement fashion; not-trying-too-hard as a badge of honour. It is partywear for the post-FOMO generation who make social arrangments knowing, even as they tap out the “can’t wait” text, that they will cancel the night before and stay in. After all, staying in no longer takes you off radar: you need a good look for that sofa selfie, right?