They’re part of family legend now, his bobbly, tobacco-stained beige flares, the kind of beige they only produced in the 1970s. They come in a set with an equally aged beige jacket, fit for the skinny twenty-something my dad was when he, like me, moved to London in a shared flat on a shoestring. When I was tall enough, I tried them on. They (embarrassingly) fit perfectly, and I love them.
Impossible to wear on a rainy day, they completely cover my feet and bell-bottom onto the floor. I feel like Stevie Nicks, or Jane Birkin, or Charlotte Rampling when I wear them, be it full-on retro with a cropped little black jumper, or grungy with an oversized band tee tucked into a waistband that goes above my belly-button. I never had the guts to wear them outside my house though; until now.
Thankfully, as any trend report will tell you, the Seventies are back, and their flagship piece is a pair of high-waisted, universally flattering but somewhat OTT flares. Denim, black, jumpsuit, dungarees and patterned, the possibilities are endless. You can pair them with just about anything, whether it’s a classic white blouse, a patterned t-shirt or a boxy jumper – the key is the length really, as the wide bottoms need balancing out with a nipped in waist.
The best high street offerings an be found at ASOS, Mango and River Island – they’re never all that cheap, all that excess material, but they’re a worthwhile investment for the spring.
Now all you need are some heeled mules, a strong blow-dry and some funk music, and you’re good to go. Strut.