Notes from a Huge Island

When I arrived in Australia last week, my first visit to this enormous country, I stumbled out into the sunshine like a desert nomad stumbling through the dunes. Wracked with intense tiredness, the mid-morning heat of a Sydney in late-spring was punishing to my winter-conditioned skin, now shocked into prodigious perspiration. Memories of visits to Greek Islands in high-summer came back to me; that blast of heat through the nostrils, the first beads of sweat on pasty skin.

Despite this familiarity, this journey was different. Unlike my jaunts to the Aegean, this was no holiday. The delights of Sydney were to be confined to a few spare hours. And unlike the short hops across Europe to one of the continent’s various, sun-baked airstrips, when the immediate memory of my origin – a cold and dark Blighty – was still possible to recall, arriving in Australia felt exactly as it should; as if I had ventured to the furthest corner of the globe.

Despite the fact I have never been before, and bearing in mind its geographical remoteness from the UK, I was surprised at how familiar everything felt. Well, almost everything.

There is a Hyde Park. There is a St James and a statue of Queen Victoria. There is an Oxford Street and a Kings Cross. There are statues of tri-cornered Yorkshiremen and a bridge designed in Middlesbrough. There is that most English of shopping emporiums, the Victorian covered arcade.

However, despite this I felt much the same way that Sting claims he feels when strolling through Manhattan. Like a legal alien.

I don’t often feel self-conscious about my clothing, at least not as much as I used to, but in Sydney I experienced more raised eyebrows, whispers-behind-the-napkins and ill-disguised curiosity than anywhere else.

By my tastes, my Sydney wardrobe was restrained. Blue and white shirts, some cotton ties, plain pocket squares and linen suits. This wasn’t a mardi-gras; it was a business trip and needed to be treated as such. However, it was still evidently of fascination to the flip-flopped, surf-haired residents of Australia’s most populous city. “Sydney” one chap told me “is definitely smarter than most places in Australia. A lot of people wear shirts and ties to work here.” The problem? “It isn’t the lifestyle that people want.” Well, that’s true of Britain. And America. And almost anywhere these days.

So what’s different? Sydney’s lifestyle is much more relaxed than that of London. Ease and comfort is important, far more so than status or personal image, which many might claim is admirable. However, sometimes it jars with the lifestyle. I went to the famous Opera House one evening where young people dressed in t-shirts and jeans, who I would never assume had any interest in classical music, were sat in the concert hall in rapt attention, clearly enthused.

On another evening, a post-concert group stopped by the lively Opera Bar wearing Hollywood black tie and sat amongst their friends; a group of people in shorts and sandals carrying skateboards. It suggested to me two things; firstly that the gentleman who claimed it isn’t the lifestyle people want might be wrong – if you can get into the Opera House wearing jeans and a t-shirt, why wear black tie? And secondly that Sydney’s relationship with formality in costume is more complicated than it first appears.

When the barman told me I was wearing a nice tie, he was ingenuous; most of my experiences of people telling me I have a ‘nice tie’, including in London, are designed to be moments of cutting sarcasm. Curiosity about relatively formal elements of costume like pocket squares, ties and spectator shoes is conspicuous in a country where most of the inhabitants spend most of their days in flip-flops, shorts and t-shirts. However, this curiosity should not be assumed as unfriendly suspicion.

Australians have a reputation, however unfair, for sartorial slovenliness and a taste for ease on all occasions; people who would sip $200 pinot noir and dine on fine food whilst lounging around in Billabong shorts. However, this is appears not to be a costume of insistence, but rather a costume of habit. Though the vast majority of the inhabitants live in greater urban areas on the coast, a lot of the stores are focused on items of practicality rather than items of decorative value. The environment and surroundings, much like the hot countries of southern Europe, dictate lifestyle and by extension, clothing.

I was most struck by how far I was from home when I walked past a store window packed with mannequins in board shorts and printed t-shirts, with a slogan stickered across the glass reading something like this; “Christmas 2012: It’s that time of year again. A time for sun, surf and seasons greetings.”


  1. Fonda said:

    Yes Sydney is a different creature…I am not sure if you will be heading down to Melbourne but it is a vastly more ‘clothes’ orientated city than Sydney in my opinion. In Melbourne I tend to wear three piece suits with pockets squares of varying levels of colour and while I get looked at, these days it is curiosity as to the ensemble rather than scorn. I am also sporting a handle bar moustache…and I tend to still fly under the radar.

    If you do get a chance to come to Melbourne I think you would enjoy it…while there is a history of competition between the two cities, and at the risk of being critiscised, I believe Melbourne is more serious about its clothes.

    Either way I hope you enjoy your time in Australia!

    November 27, 2012
  2. James M said:

    Hi Winston,

    Welcome to Australia. As Fonda says, come and visit us in Melbourne and I think that you will find a very different country and culture. More sophisticated and a great City to clothes watch.

    If you can’t make it South, maybe plan a longer visit to Gods own country and include Melbourne on your itinerary. Give Adelaide a miss though 🙂


    November 28, 2012
  3. John said:

    I’m from Melbourne and have lived in London, and I think James is imagining things. Men in Melbourne are not stylish. They are unable to be stylish because there are are unable to buy good clothes unless they want to spend a fortune at one or two very expensive shops. Secondly, Melbourne is not ‘God’s own country’ (or ‘Gods own country’) because there are no such things as gods.

    November 28, 2012
  4. Lee said:

    I’ve never been to Sydney or Melbourne, but from the website and more so the tumblr site, I would certainly recommend a visit to these guys…

    Really do like the stuff they put together.

    November 28, 2012
  5. Skweekah said:

    It all depends where you go. Seoul. Tokyo. Warsaw. Moscow. New York. Sydney. Melbourne. London. They each have their own identities. Melbournians are no better dressed than Sydney-siders. Different strokes for different folks. Pop into Newtown or Surry Hills or Paddington and you’ll witness some very interesting fashions being bred. This, I find, is mostly limited to certain parts of a city, notably the “fashionable parts”, as Im sure you’ll find exist in most places. Outside of these places, you have the Hoi polloi, which makes up the bulk of the population of any city anywhere in the world. Being sartorially inclined means you’ll be more curious and observant of such things. And, perhaps, pertaining to generalising too.

    November 28, 2012
  6. Alan said:

    “However, this is appears not to be a costume of insistence, but rather a costume of habit.”

    The same can be said for South Africa.

    November 29, 2012
  7. John said:

    Nice spam, Lee. Or should I call you Mr Johnson?

    November 29, 2012
  8. ANON said:

    I found Johnson’s Tumblr quite interesting (and I suspect very few of this blog’s readers are based in Sydney, Melbourne or Perth so it can hardly be spamming). However I don’t remember seeing that many people in Sydney who dressed like Lapo Elkin, so Johnson’s must have a fairly small (but loyal) clientele?

    November 30, 2012
  9. Mxolisi said:

    I have to agree with Alan and concede that South Africa is pretty much the same. It’s really a habit that’s carried over to all spheres and classes of society. Honestly, I really can’t help but self-conscious in my clothes.

    November 30, 2012

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