Yesterday I attended my younger brother’s graduation ceremony at Royal Holloway University in Surrey, he was the last sibling of five children graduated in a grandeur event, he looked so dashingly handsome and dapper-looking in suits, smart leather shoes and of course the ceremonial robes and flat hat thingy.
I graduated twice (studied a HND and BA in Fashion Design) from London College of Fashion many many moons ago, I remember ‘looking smart’ wasn’t a required look but I stuck with the tradition in wearing black trouser suit and white shirt to my first graduation, I looked like an undercover agent in Men In Black film, to say the least it was a fashion disaster the official portrait never made it in the frame nor hung in the family living room wall. For my second graduation you will find this shocking. Not a care in the world, I wore a cyan blue tank top with glittery skull print over with vibrant purple patterned zip up top, paired with washed-out flared denim jeans and flip flops. I was comfortable with the look disapproved by my mother, fortunately and thankfully the portrait made it and hung on the wall.