Blame it on the weather, but this summer has not been a vintage season for British fashion so far. Despite and collective efforts, Glastonbury became Ascot, with its mandatory Easter bonnet-esque headwear, did not register. The Chelsea Flower Show was practically rained off, without even the cheering florals to brighten the forecast.
And it should not have been left to to resuscitate spectator style at the Euros. Nor the pack to bring a sense of fun and frivolity back to a month supposedly about making silly decisions and – just maybe – getting back with your ex. There’s only so far that lurid shade of slime green can take us.
.. , then, seems to be breathing life – or at least posh strawbs and stripes – into a positively limp July.
After all, isn’t everything better with a pint of Pimm’s in hand? (See: that aforementioned comment about exes.) and – wearing an aviator hat, no less – have both made an appearance in SW19. Today, a woman synonymous with the that Brits still put on a pedestal, watched face off against wearing a cropped polka-dot shirt and pleated skirt set with matching accessories.
It was pitch perfect – a classic nod to whites, which every attendee seems to take as gospel despite the fact the dress code is just for players and ball persons, and a more playful alternative to the suiting that has dominated the stands. Dare we say it, fanatic might have worn this herself, minus the slither of torso forbidden by royal protocol. Elevating Wimbledo.
