David Gandy wore his dressing gown to a pyjama party at Claridges last night.

It’s silk, it’s polka-dotted, and it’s by Dolce & Gabbana, dearie.

We know—he does look disappointingly covered-up, doesn’t he? It’s such a tease to read that someone held a pyjama party, experience raised hopes of shirtlessness, and then realise, ‘Wait a second, this is a man who wears scantier ensembles than pyjamas for most of his day job—nothing new here.’

Also, Gandy wore glasses. It’s sweet, in an aiming-for-professorial way (he does have a book, after all). But mainly, our thoughts are veering unpleasantly toward Hugh Hefner. Yours?