All change please! We’ve reached the worn and dusty end of the season, that point when we find ourselves yearning for the new and the next. All the zingy summertime fashions are being consigned to the sale rail and — without even a sniff of a beach holiday on the horizon — we suddenly see them for what they are: tacky, garish linens. And it’s not just fashion. August’s cultural slowdown and the season’s many vats of rosé have left us feeling soporific — praying for a cool autumn breeze to whip away the cobwebs and get us excited again.
So without further ado here is the Evening Standard’s guide to all the summer cliches we once adored but which have suddenly begun to give us an almighty ick…
