Our friend Don Draper is not having a good week. The guilt of knowing that Sally saw him with Sylvia leads him to take a day off work. But in typical Don Draper fashion, his “sick” day starts with a cocktail mixed into his orange juice.
He wakes up wearing his suit from the day before, a light gray with a black striped tie. He lounges around the house in this outfit, where he catches a glimpse of Megan’s soap opera. He doesn’t want to spend time with Megan in real life, let alone while she’s away. Don finally showers, wraps his green and blue towel around his neck, and puts on a blue plaid robe while brushing his teeth. This may be the most color we’re ever seen Don wear at once, which is in stark opposition to his darkening mood. Megan suggests a movie to cheer him up, though they end up seeing Rosemary’s Baby–not the sunniest option.
In the theater, Don wears a very “Ted” look: a turtleneck with a plaid blazer and mismatched trousers. During that scene, Ted is dressed more like Don, in a black suit with a golden tie. The wardrobe reversal reflects their shifting positions in relation to Peggy. Ted is now the guy she sees movies with (and maybe does some other stuff too) while Don is the turtleneck-wearing jerk she hates.
Don continues his “Ted” streak the following day, wearing a grey suit with a golden hued tie. Gold is a color long associated with Ted this season, and while wearing it, Don tries to be more moderate and compromising. Ted and Peggy’s flirty mood, however, kills Don’s nice streak and sends him into a black and gray suit that reflects his malintentions. During the St. Joseph’s meeting, Don is in a singular mood, pushing Ted and Peggy to the brink of revealing their (rumored?) affair, and then slyly saving the situation at the last minute. Just as his affair was interrupted by Sally last week, Don is interrupting and exposing Ted and Peggy’s sexual tension in a real and embarrassing way. All that hot-blooded revenge is taking a toll on DD, though. In the last shot he is curled up in fetal position on his couch, balancing a tumbler over his heart. That seems a little foreboding, right?