Running Errands in Style

I have lived in Germany, Brazil, Sweden, and the United States. Each place has shaped the way I live, but one habit has followed me everywhere: when I leave the house, I get dressed.

In America, there is a particular ease around appearing in public in workout clothes—or even pajamas. No one seems especially concerned. Karl Lagerfeld is often credited with saying, “Sweatpants are a sign of defeat. You lost control of your life, so you bought some sweatpants.” It is more severe than I would put it—but I understand the sentiment.

I may have relaxed since living here, but I still cannot quite do it. I would not collect the mail in my pajamas, and I prefer to change before going to the grocery store, even when I have just finished working out.

It is not because the produce aisle requires a dress code. Getting dressed is simply one way I acknowledge that I am entering a shared space.

I often think of my years in Munich, a city surrounded by beautiful architecture, heritage, and a certain regard for how daily life is presented. In Munich, you might even dress properly to take out the trash. It sounds excessive—and perhaps it is—but there is also something charming about treating the smallest outing as worthy of a little effort.

For me, clothing is not only about how I am perceived. It affects how I move through the world. Taking a shower, choosing what to wear, and presenting myself with intention creates a subtle shift. I feel more awake, more considered, and more ready to meet whoever the day places in front of me.

I am not dressing for a job interview when I buy my favorite pasta. I am dressing out of respect: for the people I encounter, for the places we share, and ultimately, for myself.