Not so long ago, Formula 1 occupied a fairly predictable corner of British culture. It belonged to petrolheads and dads trying to explain tyre strategy over a Sunday roast. There’s no denying the glamour existed, but mostly further afield. Monaco had its superyachts, and Ferrari was worshipped like a religion in Italy. But the average British Grand Prix? It was less fashion week and more camping chic.
Today, Silverstone has become one of the best-dressed events. You wouldn’t think you’re walking through the gates at a motorsport track—rather, stepped into a well-dressed festival. As I weaved through the queuing crowd, I studied the OOTD’s. As far as the eye could see, I saw fans dressed in vintage leather racing jackets and papaya McLaren cropped tees paired with capri leggings. Someone in a butter-yellow linen co-ord balanced an iced latte in one hand while fumbling for her ticket, while another fan adjusted the brim of his Mercedes cap.
