Now for something else: Fashion. No, forget fashion. Style. Style. Either you’ve got it or you don’t.
I love orange – which, by all accounts, is currently de rigeur. Particularly in places where there is little choice. I have a coat dress orange and black. If I were fat I could go to a fancy dress ball in it and pass as a pumpkin.
You cannot open so much as a paper (no, not a magazine, a paper) without being given some rules. Today, guys, it’s your turn. To wear or not to wear that is the question when meeting your destiny.
Vests are for wife beaters. Apparently. That’s fair enough. Beating your wife is hard work and one needs to keep well ventilated. Unfortunately, the only thing that springs to my mind when I hear ‘vest’ is the rather gorgeous Marlon Brando in “A Streetcar named desire”. I shan’t tell you that my father is a Brando look-a-like since you might get the wrong idea. Particularly those Freuds among you.
What else? The other 24 tips are rubbish. Wear whatever when going swimming. I won’t judge you. Hats are good. Though polo shirts – not sure about them. In my book they can look a little naff. Linen suits are good only if you are Klaus Maria Brandauer in “Out of Africa”.
There is one sin and it is cardinal, unforgivable and your feet should be chopped off by no one lesser than Anna Wintour: Socks and sandals. Socks and sandals are as sexy as, I don’t know, let me think, what’s less sexy than socks and sandals? Give me time. I might come up with an idea.