This past Sunday, I rolled out of bed and threw on the in my closet, specifically made for kicking back and relaxing—and somehow ended up hiking the hinterlands of Brentwood, fully decked out in even more of the same (i.e., and). These are not couch potato clothes, to be clear. Think luscious double-soft layers, easy but refined silhouettes, the kind of wardrobe that moves with you without ever looking like you’re trying. It’s effortless. It’s irrefutably elevated. What started as a lazy morning turned into a full-on day, and not once did I feel the need to change. That’s the beauty of  clothing: as ready for slow Sundays as they are for the nonstop pace of Monday through Friday. Coffee runs, errands, quick catch-ups, quiet moments—these are essentials that meet you where you are, and make it all look easy. P.S. The knits (especially , and ) are doing the most while feeling like the least—and I mean that in the best possible way.