London is well-established as one the fashion capitals of the world. But it was not until I relocated to Hong Kong, in the 1990s, that I started to take an interest. I began to move in brand-wearing circles and was sucked in.
When working in London in my 20s, I couldn’t afford designer clothes. I also lacked the inclination and instincts to become a trendsetter. I sometimes turned up to work in a safari suit!
My early days in Mui Wo were similar. Old pictures show me in scruffy T-shirts and shorts with unruly hair. My son says I looked like a hippy. I always wore a suit for work, though. The first one I bought in Hong Kong literally fell apart. It must have been very cheap.
This began to change as I – and the global fashion industry – grew. My first designer suit was for my wedding day in 1997. My wife insisted. We bought it at Versace in Pacific Place. I was hooked and gradually became a member of Hong Kong’s brand-conscious crowd.
But now, living in the countryside after returning to England in 2022, I am wondering why I bothered bringing prized items of clothing with me. I rarely get to wear them. My modest collection of vintage (old) Paul Smith shirts hangs forlornly in the wardrobe.
Out in the sticks, it is all about practicality. Not much point getting dressed up for a trek through the muddy fields, trying to avoid the sheep droppings. It is all about protecting yourself from the elements.
I said goodbye to Hong Kong last summer. How’s my life so far?
I said goodbye to Hong Kong last summer. How’s my life so far?
My first purchase here was a waterproof jacket. Good for the rain, but not warm enough for the cold. A big coat, supposedly designed for arctic conditions, followed. My waterproof boots were a delight – until they let in water. Finally, I succumbed to a pair of wellington boots.
You soon get accustomed to dressing down. During the pandemic, when working from home in Hong Kong, my suits, shirts and ties were similarly unemployed. It made me wonder about all the effort, excitement and expense that had gone into those purchases. Was it all worth it?
My Hong Kong-era outfits still come in handy for nights out in London. Meanwhile, my fashion-conscious elder son, visiting from Hong Kong, cut a fine figure stomping through the fields in his sharp designer gear, trying (unsuccessfully) not to get mud on his perfectly white trainers.
According to Vogue, trends this year include Barbiecore. I will struggle with that. I do have a shocking pink running top, but not enough hair left for scrunchies.
Thankfully, utilitarian chic is also on trend. My practical country gear might just pass for that as I forge a path through the meadows.
