Why classy dressers hate ‘smart casual’
As soon as the Covid police deemed it safe, we rocked along to a friend’s party to celebrate what’s now termed ‘a big birthday’. In the old days, that would have been an excuse for the girls to climb into their LBDs and the boys to dig out their black tie assembled from a local charity shop.
But now it all seems too formal, too , so today most invitations bear that horrid advice ‘smart casual’, a phrase only slightly less ghastly than ‘meal deal’. I loathe ‘smart casual’. Partly because it was the entry requirement to discos back in ancient times, allowing neanderthal bouncers to bar normal people wearing clean jeans
