As your age ticks up, it feels wise to adjust your personal style. T-shirts with witty salutations, for example, or ones of skate brands are best avoided in my rule book. But the risk is that you’ll find yourself with a wardrobe full of plain grey and navy polos. In short, this fashion self-exclusion can get a little dull. One place, however, where some colour is always allowed – see page 29 of Tuck’s Rules – is on your runners.
On Saturday the other half was in the US so I went for an afternoon amble around London, ending up in Soho. It was stupefyingly hot and the streets were packed and joyous. I found myself walking past the windows of End, a shop that definitely pulls in fans of skate brands but also stocks Comme des Garçons, APC and Norse Projects, and has a large, considered section of sports footwear. I wanted to go in but there was a snaking queue of 20-year-olds outside. It’s that kind of place. I dithered. What the hell. I got in line, hoping that none of my colleagues would spot me. (“What queue are you joining next? Off to Supreme?” I imagined some reprobate hollering across the street.) I looked more self-conscious than someone entering a Soho sex shop.
What you wear and how you wear it as you mature is the focus of the Expo in the forthcoming October issue of Monocle (out this coming week). Staff writer Grace Charlton and photographer Andrea Pugiotto took a trip to Milan in search of women who fall into the category of sciure. It’s a term that once hinted at a certain grandness but has been subverted to become a compliment, marking out women who have honed an elevated personal style. One of them, Bianca Fersini Mastelloni, CEO of a communications agency, told Grace, “The only style icon I follow is myself.” I keep looking at their portraits. They are somehow mesmerising. Perhaps it’s the way that their clothes reveal their characters and their self-confidence. It’s powerful.
I was invited to a nice lunch this week hosted by Lord Patten of Barnes, the last British governor of Hong Kong, who was there when the territory was formally handed back to China in 1997. We briefly spoke about Monocle, Hong Kong and even shoes but he wasn’t there to gas about footwear with me. He was there to announce the recipients of the Praemium Imperiale 2023, Japan’s prestigious arts awards, in the presence of the Japanese ambassador. I surveyed the room.
Most of the guests were heads of the city’s arts institutions or other cultural leaders, and there were a few fellow journalists too. While there has been much talk about the death of the suit, the men (myself included) had generally not only reached for a jacket but added a tie too. And they looked good. Tristram Hunt, director of the V&A, was pin sharp in his. I am happy in a tie and a suit – not every day and not as default, but I like the way that it even makes you stand differently. It’s a kind of armour and its codes of conformity are there to be used or played with. And were the women London’s versions of sciure? They all had that same way with colour, personal confidence and individualism.
Sadly, End had the footwear that I wanted but not in my size. So as not to waste my queueing time, however, I checked out the clothing and managed to find a Beams Plus T-shirt, logo-free, which might as well be from Gap, but also a T-shirt from Maison Kitsuné with a smiley fox logo on the chest. Sure, I had to push a 16-year-old out of the way to get to it but so what?
In the end, dressing your age is unwise – you’ll be in Crimplene slacks before you know what has happened – and there just has to come a point when you know yourself and you know what makes you feel comfortable while keeping a sense of play alive. But, for now, I’ll give the Palace queue a miss, thanks.