When it comes to fashion shows, I have a general rule: if I don’t need to be there, I don’t go.
Occasionally I’ll break it, but it’s an attempt at retaining some form of sanity and distance.
If you go to too many without purpose, just to spectate, you can begin to feel its your birthright.
So while there’s newness at the womenswear catwalks, I’ve been thinking about clothing that is already worn.
The life of garments long after they appear at shows.
As the weather has turned, I’ve been grabbing jackets, pretty much without thinking.
To my surprise, and pleasure, the jacket I’ve been grabbing most is this hand-painted canvas piece by Craig Green.
It’s from the current autumn/winter 15 season, which means we first saw it a long, long time ago – back in January.
It’s such a spectacle, I hadn’t considered what it would be like to wear it.
Or how I would even feel about wearing it in the first place.
Now I just throw it on.
It doesn’t happen with all the pieces I’ve bought from him.
But there’s usually at least one a season that crosses over into perpetual wear – last season it was the tie-dye jumper.
Right now, it’s this canvas jacket.
Here’s me the other weekend presenting my Iron Age pasta necklace (actually a buttonhole) to the Discerning Eye at the filming of Marvin Gaye Chetwynd’s forthcoming work at Studio Voltaire.
That evening, I ended up having an accidental night out in Clapham.
Outside Kaz-Bar, some young lad was saying he’d never be able to get away with something like that.
So I got him to try it on.
He was pleased as punch.
I’ll cover his face – he said he had a girlfriend.
(I didn’t cop off with him or anything, but you know).
(That’s the pasta buttonhole hanging off the jacket, btw).
(And the blacked out eye teddies are from Undercover’s Madstamp app).
A couple of days later I wore the jacket to The Gentlewoman launch at the Cafe Royal.
I went along with Princess Julia.
Here we are as coverstars.
(She’s in head-to-toe Sibling).
(pic is by George Harvey btw)
A couple of days after I was wearing it for meetings.
It has gone beyond a-piece-I-need-to-think-about-wearing to that-piece-I-know-I’ll-love-to-have-on.
Not necessarily an easy leap.
It joins a couple of other jackets I’ve been enjoying wearing these past couple of weeks.
If it looks like rain, I’ll put on this Prada zip-up I got at DSM NY earlier in the year.
(I’ve actually got no idea if it’s waterproof or not, but still).
And also this old denim parka from Cosmic Wonder.
It needs a wash, sorry.
The last time I wore it was on 30th August 2011.
I know this because I found in its pocket the minutes for the meeting at the British Fashion Council, where it was discussed whether to launch a separate menswear schedule – what became known as London Collections: Men.
The picture hasn’t flipped – the words are back-to-front.
I like it when I get into cycles of clothing.
It helps when the weather is like a holding pattern, always the same.
I’m wearing those Carhartt denim shorts again today, the ones I wrote about last week.
I just pick them up and put them on.
A sweater, like that John Smedley, or a Christopher Shannon sweatshirt.
One of these jackets.
And on my feet, my very nicely aged Prada trainers, the ones I’ve been wearing non-stop since March.
What it means to wear clothing is often illusive.
If a garment is worn often, and becomes part of our own narrative about ourselves, then some meaning can come.
Here, the meaning of the Craig Green may just be how decoration can become a normality.
I’m popping out now.
Craig Green jacket on.