OK, so the thing is here, when I’m shooting, I have a sort of uniform.
There is a very good reason for this.
I’m extremely easily distracted, so put me anywhere near a rail full of beautiful clothes (let alone for seasons that haven’t even happened yet) and I’m liable to hit some sort of identity crisis slash anxiety meltdown. Add in a sprinkling of implausibly good looking models and the meltdown could hit a manic depressive spiral of angst amazingly fast (no really, I worry it could). There is in fact a danger I could forget entirely about the job I am there to do and worry only about having dressed wrongly, or missed out on the good genes in the good genes queue.
So, my friends, as a distraction from this awful possibility, (and having spent my entire childhood customising/losing/deliberately ignoring any sort of enforced apparel) I now have created and imposed a uniform of my own.
My name is Emma Miranda Moore and I am an addict.
My addiction is grey marl.
A grey marl sweatshirt, jeans and good kicks will basically take you anywhere, shooting wise. I have been known to go crazy and swap in a grey marl tshirt in a warmer climate situation (I know, try and remain calm, you would still recognise me) but basically this is the magic formula.
The thing I love about the grey marl sweat is that it’s only ever going to get better. How many things in life can you say that about? Not many. Amazing.
Stretched out neck? Desirable. Frayed cuffs? See them there, don’t care.
I do play favourites, that Champion number up there is on pretty heavy rotation at the moment, it’s just getting good. It takes a while to break those kids in, but once you’ve bent them to your will, they are yours for life.
Just try throwing one away, I dare you.
What about you? What do you wear all the time?
Lee sweatshirt, above centre, c/o hubshop.co.uk