If you’re a regular reader of this column, you’ll know I moved to Sydney from Melbourne last year. As I navigate this city’s slightly different climate, I’m constantly struck by how my old rules of dressing don’t apply.
Sydney’s humidity means it’s not always necessary to take a jacket, and almost every time I’ve left the house in wool I’ve been too hot. As far as I can tell (although we are only in May), winter dressing in Sydney seems to be for fun rather than the cold (the rain is a different story).
