Not Daryl Somers but you get the idea
The other day I sat down on the bus next to Darly Somers. Well it wasn’t actually Daryl but I’d bet 5 Saturday nights of baby sitting that it was his woolen 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 woolen 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!
How could you not be happy in these pants?
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.
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?
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