Dressed for Success

We are told that in today’s 24/7 news frenzied world style has displaced substance. The world is now visual and the sound bite has been replaced by the picture nibble. We are bombarded with images that are meant to define everyone and everything. This is as true in British Politics as anywhere else. We should want smart politicians in the sentient, not sartorial sense yet we obsess about their dress choices.

But dumbing down isn’t new. And you know what, I’m not averse to defining politicians by what they wear.

The latest to come under the fashionista’s microbitch is Jeremy Corbin, who for those of you lucky enough not to be living through the interminable Labour Party leadership election is the favourite to claim the crown. A lot of sage commentators tell us he will enliven the debate, bring challenging concepts to what has become a narrow fight over the crowded middle ground. But that isn’t his real contribution. No, he is restoring to British politics those long lost jewels of the hand knitted jumper, the polyester shirt, socks mismatched with sandals and nearly lost but not forgotten windcheater.

 

But don’t think this is new. Oh no. If I look at the leading politicians since I was aware of the same, circa 1964 we have had

Harold Wilson and his Gannex Coat, a truly unmemorable garment that even the V&A haven’t the heart to display

Ted Heath and his cute sailor’s garb – not exactly Vlad the Putin in the toned torso department – about which possibly the least said given current rumours.

Margaret Thatcher and those shoulder pads (sorry this pic is just scary) – essentially making her more masculine when a few feminine graces wouldn’t have gone amiss.

Michael Foot who restored national pride with his cunning use of a donkey jacket as the ultimate vote loser

John Major whose skill in wearing his underpants outside his trousers presaged a decade of gangly bespotted youth trying and failing to carry off this look with John’s panache

Tony Blair who sported drab utilitarian suits, yet wore his convictions with a hubristic pride the rest of us could have done without.

And dear Gordon Brown whose contribution was in the frozen dentures department, proving that trying to accessorize with your teeth doesn’t make you warm.

For those of you with long memories you will realise I have omitted to Welshmen: Jim Callaghan who presided over a painful few years in the late 1970s and Neil Kinnock who tried vainly to usurp Mrs T in the 80s and John M in the 1990s. Possibly that’s because neither tried too hard – or maybe it’s because to me they both seemed rather sad at ho things turned out.

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published three books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars and Salisbury Square. In addition I published an anthology of short stories, Life, in a Grain of Sand this summer. A fourth book will be out soon. This started life as a novel in a week on this blog and will follow later this year. I blog about all sorts at geofflepard.com and welcome all comments. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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10 Responses to Dressed for Success

  1. Jools says:

    Terrific post – fantastic! We (ahem… Our generation) have seen political sartorial ism mutate from the scruffies

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    • Jools says:

      Ok… I’ll try not to press ‘send’ so quickly this time (I blame stumpy fingers not suited to iPad keyboards)…

      We…have seen political sartorialism mutate from the scruffies more suited to an upturned apple crate at Speakers Corner, to the tightly managed camera-friendly PR/spin catwalk, where all subjects (excluding the redoubtable Boris perhaps) are polished to a vaguely repugnant sheen. Now, whatever one might think of Jeremy Corbin, it seems that scruffy is back ‘in’ again. The thing that resonates is not a delight in mismatched socks and wind cheaters, it’s a perception that this might equate with ‘authenticity’, something that has been missing from politics of all shades in recent years. Does it though?

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      • TanGental says:

        Funny how we do attach such messages, isn’t it? Rather as if we cannot throw of a sort of shaman mentality. Love the way you describe the types of dress. Very apt and all-encompassing

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  2. davidprosser says:

    A being kind to Welshmen day sounds great to me.

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  3. noelleg44 says:

    Well, you can have a heyday with the US Presidential candidates. Start with the comb over?

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