‘The double-breasted jackets are a little too severe, the trousers cropped slightly too short. Done like this, suits become subversive’
I have worn all kinds of weird trends over the years, as you may have noticed. Flares, capes, pinafores; T-shirts with frayed hems or French words. In 2009 I was into pannier skirts so wide, I sometimes had to enter a room sideways; two years later, I was squeezed into Carine Roitfeld-esque pencil skirts. There have been bare legs in the snow and ankle boots in winter.
The one look I have almost never worn, though, is a suit. I don’t have to, so why would I? Wearing one would be like wearing uniform to school on mufti day. Also, I’m not sure I could pull it off. A suit says: I’m above frivolities. It says: my mind is clear and laser-focused, and entirely unburdened by stray thoughts of whether the St Pancras branch of Whistles might have that nice new leather jacket in stock. Like I said, it’s a look I can’t pull off.
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