SAY WHAT YOU like about the Irish (and we do), but we’re not known for our style.
Our wit? Sure. Our hospitality? You betcha. But our fashion sense? Hell no.
And the worst of it comes out at night.
(PS – To each their own, we’re not slagging anyone here. And hey, if we are, it’s done with a great deal of affection.)
Jeans or denim jackets bought with pre-fading along the knees, thighs and bum.
We’ve chosen an artfully faded image, just to illustrate how annoying this trend is.
Diamantés hit off the strobe lights. We’re blind, BLIND WE TELL YOU!
A mysterious sheen
Fabric with a subtle and mysterious plastic-y sheen to it. This applies to all items of clothing. Where does it come from?
Both men and women are guilty of this sartorial crime. Bra straps on show, VPL left right and centre, and men’s boxers making a frankly unwanted appearance every which way you turn.
And a faint smell of biscuits.
A double-collared T-shirt
One question: Why, good Lord, why?
The “good” shoes. Black leather, polished up to the hilt. Bonus points if they have a buckle and what might possibly be a stacked heel. Men: Just don’t.
Leave these shoes where they belong. No, not in the bin. In the 90s.
Ironed baby blue jeans
Slung high up on the waist, bootcut and freshly pressed.
Trousers that are sold with a pre-existing belt are never going to be good trousers. It’s never going to be a good belt either. Leave it. It’s not worth it.
Contrast collar shirts
Unacceptable. Unless you’re Gordon Gecko. And he hasn’t been spotted in Coppers lately. Or, you know, EVER.
Dangerously high heels
Only certified geniuses ever remember to bring flats in their bag. Otherwise it’s a broken heel, hobbling home, or else just taking off the blasted things and dancing around in your tights. Stylin’.
What do you reckon? Did we capture Irish clubbing gladrags?