I’ve al­ways loved

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putting to­gether a Novem­ber is­sue. It’s a marker for me, some­thing like those first Christ­mas dec­o­ra­tions that go up in your lo­cal shop­ping cen­tre around Au­gust, but, you know, wel­come. It means all the best things in life are just around the cor­ner: beach days and af­ter­work swims and spon­ta­neous bar­be­cues and pool par­ties and frozen mar­gar­i­tas and the smell of frangi­pa­nis and (thank­fully) the end of the year. This year, though, when we’ve had record spring tem­per­a­tures, blaz­ing hot days like the kind we usu­ally only get in Fe­bru­ary, when adults are re­lieved to go to work in an air-con­di­tioned of­fice and kids gos­sip about whether or not the ur­ban myth is true that school gets closed when the heat goes over 40 de­grees, it feels more ur­gent to get this is­sue out than ever.

Adding to that feel­ing is that I’m writ­ing this let­ter from Mi­lan, where my fash­ion-week wardrobe of care­fully put-to­gether coats, boots and blaz­ers is hang­ing bereft in my ho­tel closet be­cause the weather is un­sea­son­ably glo­ri­ous. On the street, Ital­ians who aren’t in the fash­ion in­dus­try (there are a few in Mi­lano – not many, but a few) are openly em­brac­ing the In­dian sum­mer: ele­gant women in flow­ing sun­dresses and wo­ven san­dals, hand­some men in white shorts and pas­tel shirts. I can’t say it’s not pleas­ant, but I’m not pre­pared, sar­to­ri­ally speak­ing. Nei­ther are my coun­ter­parts. Ev­ery­one here is des­per­ate to wear their new win­ter looks, schlepped all around the world just for the oc­ca­sion, and are hav­ing to com­pro­mise to beat the heat in var­i­ous cre­ative ways: a long-line blazer worn on its own to show off late-sea­son Mykonos-hued legs, those ubiq­ui­tous furry slides (surely the ul­ti­mate win­ter/ sum­mer mid­dle ground) ev­ery­where.

It’s clear to me – and not just from the ill-fit­ting suits – that Trump, our own far-right Lib­eral govern­ment and the en­tire anti-sci­ence com­mu­nity are def­i­nitely not in the fash­ion in­dus­try. Be­cause if they were there isn’t any way they could still be scep­ti­cal of cli­mate change. Longer, hot­ter sum­mers around the world has had an enor­mous and very real ef­fect on both fash­ion sales and the tra­di­tional re­tail cal­en­dar, as we not only shy away from heavy coats and thick knits in favour of lighter, more ver­sa­tile fab­rics that make it eas­ier to dress for all kinds of un­ex­pected weather, but also the idea of sea­sonal fash­ion at all.

I can’t quite get my head around how they don’t be­lieve what they must be ex­pe­ri­enc­ing just as much as the rest of us are. Maybe re­ally, re­ally hor­ri­ble clothes work as a mag­i­cal bar­rier to the el­e­ments? From where I sit – hope­fully some­what bet­ter dressed – it’s glar­ingly ob­vi­ous. It might be spring in the South­ern Hemi­sphere and au­tumn in the North­ern, but it seems that we’re in the mid­dle of a global sum­mer, mak­ing this swim is­sue as es­sen­tial right now as one of those frozen mar­gys.

my cur­rent ob­ses­sions AMER­I­CAN VANDAL A satir­i­cal take on the Se­rial/mak­ing A Mur­derer genre set in a high school. What’s not to like? THE HOXTON, PARIS I’ve al­ways wished I had a home­away-from-home in the city I visit so of­ten and now I do. SCOTT & SUL­LI­VAN CLEANS­ING PAD Same job as fa­cial wipes but much more gen­tle and ele­gant in your bath­room.

En­joy the is­sue,

AL­MOST SUM­MER En­joy­ing the un­sea­son­able warmth on the set of our cover shoot with Jes­sica Marais in Syd­ney’s Manly

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