One of the least edifying things about working in fashion is having to tell people you work in fashion. Often there’s a palpable sense, as their eyes run you up and down, that you’ve let them down. I don’t really do makeup or blow-dries or 5am pilates, I’ve worn the same pair of rubber Birkenstocks all summer long, but I like to think after having written about fashion for almost a couple of decades that I’ve learned something. We are now, heatwave be damned, headlong into a new style season.
You’re going to hear a lot about classic pieces, investment items and so forth. It’s somewhat of a pause moment, the last couple of years have seen a huge amount of frankly hideous millennium-inspired clothes being churned out (even in the Noughties we knew everything we wore was awful). Designers have now gone back to basics, so to speak. Prepare to embrace the sweet boredom of a nicely cut pair of black trousers which hit just so on the ankle bone, navy jumpers with good sleeves and crisp mid-blue jeans. Heaven.
