Amy Slater Freelance

I am fashion

2005 issue 08

Jonathan Meades used his first column of the year to bemoan the passing of the “traditional” architect – the flamboyantly bow-tied, floppy-haired chap in deafening tweeds and yellow socks who mostly lived in the 19th holes of golf courses on a diet of gin and tonic, occasionally venturing forth to appear in a PG Woodhouse novel. The modern architects, he said, dressed like a civil engineer in “the drab suits of high street tailoring”.