Growing up in South Africa in the eighties, my wardrobe consisted mainly of a few party dresses my Gran had made and my older brother’s hand-me-down corduroys. Mostly navy blue or brown and always worn away at the knees and bum. Shame. Nowadays I love the new trend (or maybe not so new the Victorians did it) of dressing kids less like kids and more like grown ups. But not in a scary ‘beauty pageant of the corn’ kind of way. Also, corduroy is back in. Ameezing.
Here are some of my favourites:
[One and Two – The Sartorialist. Three – Unknown. Four – Stockholm Street Style . Five – Unknown]