The smoking slipper, usually reserved for old rich men who have a butler and a couple horses, is having a bit of a moment. It started in spring and it’s clear now that the aristocratic flat is moving right on into fall. The charmingly disarming prints and stately design have me obsessed. The more eccentric the better. Think Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. I bet the pink ones taste like snozberries.