The Uniform

Tila March bag

It just hit me a couple of weeks ago that I actually have a uniform. Finally! I’ve been longing for one since I can’t remember when. I don’t know, there’s just something reassuring about having an assortment of neatly-pressed, interchangeable clothes all lined up in my wardrobe, relieving me of the effort of having to put together an outfit daily.  Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy pulling a kit together…. but just not every day. My perfect balance would be 4 days uniform and one day completely impromptu curated outfit.  Well, that can happen now BECAUSE I HAVE A UNIFORM, which consists of, drumroll please…..dark blue jeans, cropped or otherwise, a blue or black  shirt, usually striped, a blue jacket, medium-heeled footwear and my big, bossy Celine tote, which goes without saying, amirite?

I know, I know. I’m a maniac when it comes to the color blue.

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My penchant for blue probably stems from the fact that I wore a navy blue uniform throughout my formative, high school years in London. I attended an all-girls convent and was required to wear a navy blue jumper, navy blue A-line skirt, navy blue blazer, contrasting white blouse, and navy blue and white striped tie. It wasn’t the most prepossessing uniform, in fact, it was pretty sad compared to other nearby convents who chose brown, fawn, bottle green and grey over navy blue. Nonetheless, over time,  I grew fond of the whole concept of a uniform.

But I think it goes back further than my high school years. Even before that, when I was about 8,  I became fixated on the idea of one day becoming  a bus conductor.  bus conductors

And what exactly is a bus conductor, I hear you ask yourself?  Well, sadly they doesn’t exist anymore, at least not in London, but back in the day a bus conductor was the person who managed the back office affairs of the bus. Basically, they asked you where you were going, took your fare and gave you your ticket. So quaint. Why did I long to be one? THE UNIFORM, DUH. By the mid-70’s, the official London Transport uniform was a pencil grey trouser or skirt suit and, of course, an obligatory cap. Very jaunty. And apparently, you could choose your own shirt. I lived in West London and the majority of the bus conductors on my side of town were West Indian, which meant that had, shall we say,  something of a flair for color. So, accompanying the pencil grey jacket would often be a canary yellow/Schiaparelli pink/scarlet/hunter green/whatever shirt. I totally admired the contrast, and the irrepressible sense of personal style. I thought these people had swagger, and a fun job and I wanted in! Sadly, my childhood dream did not come true and I became a lawyer, but all is not lost because, it turns out that I eventually became A LAWYER WHO HAS A UNIFORM!

Jeans: Paris cropped, MIH

Jacket: ALC

Shirt: Rag & Bone

First Bag: Tila March

Second Bag: Marni

Ring: Vintage

Earrings: Pearls in Motion, Mikimoto

High-heel loafers: Prada

Block-heeled loafers: Fendi

Sunglasses: Prada

Blush: Liberte by Nars

Lipstick: Afghan Red by Nars

Photos taken by Irys Kornbluth

2 Comments to “The Uniform”

  1. Sade Wednesday April 23, 2014 at 6:47 am #

    Hehehe – Very charming! love the Fendi loafers; and the Marni bag is reminiscent of the bus conductors money bags as well – well put together!

    • chinwagge Wednesday April 23, 2014 at 12:01 pm #

      Oh, how funny. I’d forgotten all about those charming money bags!

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