British Wedding Guest Style: Decoding What ‘Lounge Suit’ Actually Means
Last month I received my first wedding invitation of the year. The dress code: lounge suit. It’s fair to say that my American colleague watched me interrogate our dress code…
Last month I received my first wedding invitation of the year. The dress code: lounge suit. It’s fair to say that my American colleague watched me interrogate our dress code…
Back in 2008, I committed one of festival fashion’s cardinal sins. It was at Glastonbury, and while I won’t mention the colour of my trainers, I will say that they…
Ah, the first chilly morning when you actually need jackets and jumpers to leave the house. There’s something magical about that first autumnal day; crispness in the air that means…
When Jackson was about four and Sophie was still toddler-aged (read: destroying everything daddy owns), I experienced what Lauren likes to refer to as my Great British Countryside Fantasy. I…
There’s something inherently British about getting married in the summertime. It’s not that we Brits don’t appreciate warm weather. We live in a country where three dry days is deemed…
Last month I experienced the peak of British style psychology dining at a restaurant for my friend’s birthday. Tom – publisher in his mid-thirties who actually cares about clothes but…
Of all the possessions I inherited when my grandfather died, I ended up keeping exactly three. His vinyl collection of jazz records (still splendid), his handwritten Christmas pudding recipe (indecipherable),…
I went to three different parties last week where someone arrived grotesquely overdressed. On Sunday afternoon I was at a mate’s house in Didsbury for drinks in the garden with…
When I first visited Edinburgh I made the mistake of packing as though I were still living in Manchester. It was mid-October: light jacket, standard denim, a pair of those…
A decent man I knew once wore a suit to a wedding with the label still attached to the sleeve. Not the little tag on the inside – they mean…