Workwear Proposition: an exercise in denim and trainers

Are you rolling your eyes at me? I would too. But really if you click in and scroll down, there are photographs of me looking just as ridiculous but garbed in a way that might pique and hopefully maintain your interest.

I write a lot of proposals at work. I write them for government projects, corporate projects etc. and they generally prove to be quite persuasive and hence, effective. It all comes down to a good solid plan with a description and a good set of justifications.

Thus, I’m adopting this approach in the sphere of occupational dressing. I want to say that I simply do not see any reason why denim and trainers cannot be part of a universal workdrobe. T-shirt, jeans and trainers (jeans in particular) form the basis of a hard worker’s identity. They allow for dynamism and freedom in thought and movement, what I would consider to be the exact calculation for success. However, a conservative business casual sensible (which is the title I bestow on my confusing dress code at work) is founded on the ability to enter clubs and establishments that turn their noses up at denim and the soft tread of a trainer at any point. I see the rules. I just don’t agree.

Here is a small compendium of ways that white denim can look very serious indeed and a way to bounce from one shoe to another if it ever is necessary to hit up an ‘establishment’ at a moment’s notice.

Here are the aforementioned t-shirt, jeans and trainers. All very well loved. Sometimes I tell my boyfriend that I love my clothes more than him. He takes it in stride with nary an apparent concern. I choose to take that as a healthy sign of our relationship.

Here it is from the front. I choose tshirts that drape languidly and err on the translucent side. Love a black bra underneath for healthy contrast. This one is ribbed. The denim is white because it’s summer and keeping your whites clean show that you’re an adult and profesh and manifestly capable of the myriad tasks that get tossed your way. A little bit cropped because my ankles are sexier than my boobies. And these trainers. I love. Roughed up Stan Smith lookalikes because I don’t want to conform, I just want to marginally partake.

Then I put a blazer on top. Also, I’m new to this so I missed the part where I’m supposed to show you that the trainers shown in the preceding shot are also on my feet right now. Sorry!

Here I am thinking about my to do list, my hair off of my face in a braid so as to facilitate clear vision and clear mind!

Now I’m thinking and waiting for a cab or something in order to tackle all my pending tasks of the day.

I realise I’m terrible at posing around having pictures taken of me pondering, unsmiling and generally pretending to be a suitable photo subject so now I’m just going to be various postures of me.

Note the heels. Trainers for day. Heels for night. Or to be honest any time throughout the day you happen to prefer one over the other.

Here I am demonstrating my agility in heels. I am a DYNAMIC member of the team. Heels are good if you need to attend a meeting at a “professional establishment”.

Diving into all the work with great enthusiasm.

Landing with two feet on the ground as always. Because I’m bold but also most dependable.

Here’s a parting shot of the full outfit. Let me know if you’d like outfit details. They’re all last season and beyond so I figured it wouldn’t be useful but let me know down below and I’ll accommodate if there’s sufficient interest.

Oh hey. Guess what’s next. Note that my heels remain on.

Flower Bomber. You don’t just fly airplanes and drive motorcycles in bombers. The office benefits from its spirit of adventure, boldly zipping off into exotic un-ventured territory and louche joie de vivre. Heels make it delicate. I don’t necessarily stomp everywhere when ensconced in a bomber.

Serious face. Ready to tick those empty boxes.

And now in trainers. Trainers are also beneficial. Observe professional me multitasking. I can cross the road and answer emails with the agility of a cat.

To employers against trainers everywhere. I would argue that I look intensely professional focussing on occupational emails, waiting for a taxi to head to a meeting etc. Who WOULDN’T take me seriously in the boardroom?

Although if I were going into the boardroom, I’d wear heels so as not to give those-as-yet-inducted heart attacks.

And here’s just a stupid pose because it was pretty hot and I was catching the breeze that had just come by. Thanks for making it to the end if you did!