I saw it with my own eyes. Heard it with my own ears.
There on the French news, was an item about sloppy at-home attire taking over the streets of Paris. The Covid effect, they called it.
It’s summer there of course. Even so, do you expect to see the kind of daggy shorts men wear to Bondi Junction being sported on the Champs Elysees?
There was worse to come. French women have been abandoning their bras. A French bra is a thing of substance, a “soutien-gorge”, or breast-upholder, but French women discarded them while working at home. Now they are in no hurry to struggle back into them.
As for feet. The camera panned downwards. Yes, it was true. Sneakers, trainers, sports shoes of every colour. In French these are called “baskets”, pronounced bass-‘ketts, but whatever you call them, they are not the chic leather slip-ons or lace-ups of the formally attired. They are rubber-soled canvas footwear, pumped out in their millions by Asian franchisees.
Formal wear for men has vanished, for the summer of 2020 at least. A boutique owner reported that the sales of suits were down more than 25%.
Women were wearing skimpy sundresses or cut-off trousers.
Paris Fashion Week had to go virtual this year, but its fashion leadership is over.
We are the leaders now. Australian summer style has finally taken over the world.
Les Murray wrote a great poem, “The Dream of Wearing Shorts Forever,” of which one stanza reads:
Scunge, which is real negligee
housework in a swimsuit, pyjamas worn all day,
is holiday, is freedom from ambition.
Scunge makes you invisible
to the world and to yourself.
Free at last! Liberty, Equality, Sisterhood.
Paris is taking fashion tips from Parramatta.