Sunday, 20 July 2008
Harry set off with his linen suit and his Martin Margiela shirt in a suit bag yesterday, to attend a social event. He was anticipating being the only dressed up man there. If anyone called him on it, he said, he was going to tell them that he'd decided to be Italian.
Of course, what he was wearing was exactly the right kit for such an occasion.
We spend a lot of time wondering what other people will be wearing, terrified of being under or overdressed. Harry and I agreed that we should turn this on the head and ask ourselves - what is the appropriate dress for the occasion. Wedding: jeans and t-shirt? No. Barbecue: black tie? No. It's fairly simple, really.
For example: mid-week post work party in garden of publisher - linen Nicole Farhi dress, structured jacket. Sunday evening drinks party in Central London flat: LBD and statement jewellery.
And if the other guests don't have the wit to understand what they're suppose to wear, that's their problem. You know you're wearing the right thing.
There is something wrong with this Anglo-Saxon culture which buys clothes for special occasions, instead of buying clothes you can dress up or down so you can look fabulous every day, but that's another subject.