In box you’re wondering, a demeanour we am going for here is east-coast-liberal-arts-lecturer-hosts-brunch. That is how we like my corduroy: a bit campus dreamboat, a bit arthouse cinema. Accessorised with a clever headband game, and maybe an bend patch; some reading element (either news or novella though printed on tangible paper) and low review peppered with hand-gesture selection marks.
In other words, zero to do with Jeremy Corbyn. No offence, Jezza, though I’m meditative some-more along a lines of Ali MacGraw in Love Story crossed with Diane Keaton in Annie Hall crossed with Tina Fey. There is a whole late-70s-staffroom square that happens around corduroy in Britain that we select to ignore, since we cite what’s on my moodboard.
Corduroy is a postgraduate grade of a fabric world. It adds letters after your name. It creates we demeanour smart, in a brainy sense. Even when it is in fashion, like it is now, it looks some-more eminent than fashion-victim. At least, that’s how it works in my head. The difficulty with what we wear, of course, is that other people see it, too. And decider it according to what’s in their heads, that can infrequently be utterly different. (I know! So meta today. It’s a corduroy talking.)
You might have beheld that we am wearing not only corduroy, though pinkish corduroy. An astonishing colour is one approach to poke people into realising that we are wearing corduroy in a soulful-and-cultured sense, not in a grumpy-and-outdated sense. Black looks great, cream is fabulous. If we contingency do brown, make certain it’s a abounding butterscotch caramel; if we go for burgundy, make it flush and royal rather than grubby uniform-shop blazer. Go adult a size: when tight, corduroy has a bent to lumpiness. It looks best when it is generous.
Also, go luxe. Wear with a silk blouse rather than a string shirt. Or select a sensuous knit, instead of a scratchy cardigan. Cable knits, well-spoken textured merino or groovy ribs all work well. This is not a impulse for Guccified maximalism: neat and uncluttered works better. Robert Redford in his treacle-toned cord fit in All The President’s Men is never not a good look. George Clooney as a nattily attired Fantastic Mr Fox is a best of all. Corduroy might not be foxy. But it looks illusory to me.
Styling: Melanie Wilkinson. Hair and makeup: Samantha Cooper during Carol Hayes Management.