The other day I sat down on the bus next to Daryl Somers. Well it wasn’t actually Daryl but I’d bet 5 Saturday nights of baby sitting that it was his woollen jumper. Passing it off as a case of ironic-hipster-fashion gone too far I thought little more of it until, while walking to work, I noticed several more younger males wearing mutli-coloured woollen jumpers moving their way around the city (collectively known as a Cosby prehaps?)
It’s funny how your life changes. One minute your living in London with fashionable friends, fashionably edgy musical tastes, fashionably childless and living in a fashionably cool share house. The next your sitting on the couch patting a 7 week old baby realising that you’re wearing the same clothes you wore at the birth of your nearly three year old daughter.
The 8-year-ago-me would never have let this happen. Like my fashionable (I thought) friends, I had ironic t-shirts, european jeans and an ability to spend a fortune on expensive clothing whilst ensuring that I looked like I wasn’t expensively dressed.
However at some point, in the last three years I forgot to keep up. I forgot to shop and forgot to take notice of what was going around me. Two other things happened in this time. Firstly, I think I became a little bit more like a dad. I’ve developed that ability to Dad joke like a pro, I mow lawns on Saturdays and I spend Sundays in large hardware stores that serve sausage sandwiches.
The second thing to happen is that young 20-something males lost… the…. plot!
Before you comment, I’m aware that the second point could be considered to be a symptom of the first but I disagree. Sure fashions can change and yes, each generation is going to wear stuff that the previous generation may not understand (I am sure happy pants had people puzzled) but I really am struggling to understand the current trends in male fashion, like… meggings!
Meggings, aka mantyhose are proof that skinny jeans were a slippery slope. Although men and leggings are oil and water in my book (with the exception of cycling, as long as they are actually on the bike) I noticed this fashion trend appearing at the same time as wear-you’re-favourite-Jenny-Kee-Jumper-day.
After making my astonishment known in the office I started to question how these fashion forward fellows would feel about their clothing decisions 20 years from now. Would they be Daddy blogging about the fashionable clothes that they used to wear or, would their kids look at their Dad’s selfies on instagram and Facebook and ask what he was thinking?
Am I, now a Dad, destined to not understand fashion ever again? Is this just a warm up to what I will be experiencing 10-15 years from now with two teenage girls? And lastly, is there a slim chance that had Facebook, camera phones and digital cameras been as prevalent 8 years ago (at my fashion prime) as they are now, would I look back and wonder what the hell I was thinking?
So – how about you? Are you safe to cast stones at today’s fashion forward folk or do you have some fashion disasters sitting in your closet/photo album?