How I've Upped my Style Game...

I’ve never voluntarily* worn a blazer until this week, I’ve never felt old enough. I have always associated blazers with grown-up people who have their shit together - the sort of people who also wear trench coats and own a proper umbrella with a wooden handle.

*I wore a few blazers when I was modelling. They weren’t really a big thing in my particular modelling era; there was a huge trend at one point for little military jackets that made you look like you were in The Beatles, or a wooden solider in The Nutcracker, but blazers? Not so much.

Anyway, I obviously now do feel old enough to wear one, which is worrying. Who knows what I might do next if this new sense of maturity continues. I’m 44 at the end of this month: is it possible that I might begin to act like a normal adult? Let’s hope not.

But back to the sartorial subject matter in hand and the fact that I’ve realised, just this week, that a good blazer slung over anything un-suit-like and informal adds immediate cool. In such volumes, and to such dramatic effect, I can barely contain myself. I don’t know why I’m so surprised: I’ve been listening people bang on about blazers for years and I’ve been watching my far more stylish friends pep up even the most pedestrian of outfits with a good, strong-shouldered jacket, I just never thought they were for me.

What an idiot!