DIAGNOSING OUR SUMMER STYLE SCHIZOPHRENIA

Vogue calls it ‘style schizophrenia’. It’s triggered by the hauling of a suitcase from a loft and ends only when our feet are firmly back beneath our desks in a week, maybe two, maybe more if we’re lucky.

The hems on the denim jeans we live in all year round get shorter, replaced by the cut-offs we wouldn’t give a second glance on home shores. But everyone needs shorts when they’re by the sea, right? Boho creeps into our minds this time of year too, as much as we’ve tried to avoid the trend ever since Sienna Miller put it at the forefront of fashion circa 2004. All of a sudden, the slouchy belts are back, clinging to simple Sarah Pacini summer slips and broderie anglaise white dresses, another no-go in the great British weather of home. On holiday they become our go-to, part prairie girl, part free-spirited Californian. Colourful kaftans become an acceptable beach-to-bar uniform too; it’s too hot to wear much else in the Mediterranean sun. Yellow creeps its way into our wardrobe, especially when it looks like this little Versace number. Tanned legs are call for floaty hems, a celebration of freedom after months hidden beneath black trousers and rigid denim.

Straw clutches and bright Michael Kors shoulder bags replace our usual black tote, and espadrilles pay our ankles some attention after months in black boots and loafers. Tassels take to our ears, stacks of bracelets take to usually bare wrists and our necklines become bedazzled with delicate gold chains, layered for ultimate LA appeal.  

Nothing says ‘summer has arrived’ quite like a case full of new arrivals, a stack of freshly torn-off tags to one side. Now that August has arrived, is your summer holiday self ready for sun, sea and sand? If not, visit Robinsons today at DN10 6JH.