I’m one of the few people who enjoyed wearing a uniform throughout my time at school. Not because I did it particularly well (my skirt length consistently flouted fashion, my shoes were always practical and hideous), but because it was easy. I liked that there was no need to try on endless combinations hoping to put together something that both looked halfway decent and served the job of being comfortable. I liked the, well, uniformity of it. It served as a blank canvas of sorts for accessories and embellishment.
As summer bleeds into autumn and revelry dies down, I, and many other Londoners it seems, have revived a latent love for uniform, choosing to step out almost every day in: jeans, a t-shirt/shirt, big cardi and ballet slippers (which will give way to ankle boots when my toes start to feel the cold). It is a recipe for dressing that takes all of three minutes, leaving a extra few moments to faff with make-up/eat some oats. The only decision to make? The colour. On Saturday: blazing red…
T-Shirt: T by Alexander Wang
Shoes: French Sole
Cardigan: Ralph Lauren
Handbag: Philip Lim
Sunglasses: My Favourite Things
Nails: Chanel Vertigo