Not to wish the summer away or anything, but it is only a couple of weeks until the September fashion glossies land on newsagents’ shelves, their club sandwich thickness the first reminder that the back-to-school season will soon roll around. It is the one aspect of summer being finite that comes as a relief. An endless summer would be idyllic in pretty much all other ways, except the matter of what to wear.
Autumn clothes mark a return to solid ground. Proper shoes instead of sandals with snap-prone straps. The familiar rote layering of a jumper over a shirt, as reassuring as butter on toast. I’ve nothing against kaftans on the beach, but smart-ish daytime, which is a dress code most of us have to adhere to a lot of the time, is difficult in summer. What it boils down to is that when you dress lightweight, you look like a lightweight, and so summer dressing is never as easy as it should be. A shirtdress has that trenchcoat-ish thing of looking appealingly crisp and chic on the hanger or page, but somehow dissolving into a crumpled blob when you put it on.
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