I have been reflecting on the recent comments about maintaining the Look in warmer weather - or even just being able to dress reasonably well when the mercury climbs.
One of the problems here is Britain is the light. Even on a very warm humid day in SE England it can often be dull, overcast and breezy. So sporting lightweight, perhaps colourful clothing as you might on the Med just doesn't look right.
I am often reminded of an image that is still so vivid that showed me just how wrong we get it. I used to work in the centre of Chelmsford (a largeish city in Essex) and on occasions found myself driving back to the office around lunchtime after a morning meeting somewhere or other. On this particular day as I drove through a park area all the usual pink, puffy flesh was on display (men and women alike in their skimpy, light coloured clothes) when suddenly I spotted a group of what were probably Japanese young people on holiday. It is an unusual sight in that town, which has been described by the Independent as 'unremittingly mediocre' so I immediately slowed down to look at them more closely. They were not only covered up but their beautiful clothing was almost all greys and blacks, albeit in lightweight fabrics. What a great sight it was and immediately no one else seemed 'real'.
And when we are on holiday abroad our sartorial crimes can be even greater. A year or two ago I was in Venice in early September. It was Sunday afternoon and we were on the Grand Canal in a vaporetto. It was warm (about 75F) and I felt OK in a navy FP (Made in Italy) and stone Boss cotton jeans and probably wearing more clothes than the average northern visitor. Then I spotted this older lady exquisitely dressed in a very lightweight toffee colour tweed suit. The jacket and skirt were slightly different, one being salt and pepper, the other herringbone and the material shaded to green in the light. She wore some very large D&G sunglasses, carried a creamy brown bag in the finest leather and was accompanied by a small Dachshund. I guess she was already crossing over into her autumn / fall wardrobe. Everyone else again, including me were immediately underdressed. She shone out like a beacon.
Just a few ramblings really but I do feel that the old adage that it is always better to be overdressed than under still holds good even in an age of near nudity!