For the most part of the last two weeks, I have been wearing my version of a trouser suit - grey blazer, black cigarette pants. It helps that the weather has been bizarrely cool in the mid-to-low 20s (Celsius), and I can keep my jacket on for the most part.
It is liberating, my "suit". My morning dressing process was reduced to choosing a top, maybe switching up some shoes (meaning, "which ballet flat"). Efficient. So I can drag breakfast on longer.
It also made me more aware of what tops to wear under my jacket. One day, I wore an oatmeal knit button-front vest over a striped tank. The look was very "layered" (duh), in that cool "Tommy Ton for GQ" way , if I do say so myself. Another day I wore a plaid shirt and it was instantly more rugged/collegiate. A blush blouse with a black ribbon trim felt gamine, a blue oxford was very preppy. A white t-shirt felt very Emmanuelle Alt. And it feels consistent.
(Probably none of this is very new to anyone who lives in jacket-required climates. But bear with me.)
Strictly speaking I wasn't wearing a real, matching suit but all the same I see now what a wonderful concept it is and why it's such a fail-safe classic for men especially. It solves so many style conundrums and it can be personalised to suit all ages, personalities and builds.
If only weather (I know I obsess about weather a little too much) permitted me to indulge in this more, but I shall snatch such moments when I can.
P.S - For those who wanted to see how the Sykes shirt fitted. The shirt is a medium and fits perfectly at the shoulders, with looser arm sleeves and holes. Don't mind the wrinkles and the odd bathroom lighting...