An unlikely Tuesday evening sight near the Barbican: almost 100 people spilling out of the mighty St Bartholomew the Great church looking like octogenarians.
After an off-season fashion show, men and women alike stepped into the bitter cold wearing uniforms of ancient-looking tweed jackets, pinstripe blazers, dusty tailored dress coats, compost-shade scratchy scarves, navy pea coats and thick-ribbed, forest-green cords. It wasn’t until they pulled shawls from their heads inside the neighbouring Rising Sun pub that it became clear the crowd was actually aged 18 to 80. Why? Because everyone cool in London today is either an actual grandpa — or dresses like one.
