If you came of age in the “jeans and a nice top” years - the mid-2010s era of Topshop skinnies, a Zara cami and an optimistic cloud of Impulse or Abercrombie’s Fierce - then you lived through one of the defining uniforms of modern nightlife.
It was simple, effective, endlessly copied. Cute above the waist, practical below, resilient enough for a VK spill and often bizarrely business casual. Somewhere between the smoking area and the Uber home, it became a national dress code.
