Spring is an excellent season. Spring is lilac wisteria and chocolate eggs and bank holiday Mondays. It is respite from worrying about heating bills, and booking a pedicure on payday instead. We get to crack open a window and let the light in after months of hibernation.
Spring is the absolute magical fluffy best in every way except one, which is the crucial matter of what on earth to wear. Every other season is pretty straightforward. Winter is puffy coats and colourful gloves, summer is cotton dresses and sandals and autumn is knitwear and shiny boots.
But spring? Spring is putting all your coats away and then getting caught in a downpour in a cardigan. It is going sockless in a pair of loafers and then catching sight of your anaemic-looking ankles and ricocheting back to tights.
If only there was a perfect spring jacket, one that would keep the last blasts of chilly air at bay while looking ahead to the sunny horizon. Well, I think I have found it. The bomber jacket is the perfect spring jacket.
Well, no, you are thinking, because why would I want to look like a getaway driver in a dodgy action movie? Think again, sunshine. The bomber jacket is not that guy any more. It is what you might wear if you were engaged in some ultimately zeitgeist-ish lifestyle. Like, I don’t know, opening an artisanal sourdough bakery in Copenhagen.
