For many years menswear has been considered the shy and retiring sibling of womenswear, a safe haven for sensibility, a retreat for the rational. Yes, there will always be the runway looks which are seized upon by those looking to herald the demise of masculinity (again), but for the most part mainstream menswear sits obediently in its box, only occasionally prone to a moment of madness, followed by obligatory existential hand-wringing. Right?
Wrong. You don’t have to be a seasoned menswear professional to have noticed that as far as the bottom half is concerned, less is most definitely more. Men’s trousers are in the midst of their own swinging sixties micro miniskirt moment, shaking up the establishment on the way, kind of.
As if stirred into action by George Osbourne’s promise of a northern powerhouse, hemlines have been retreating upwards, shunning their ancestral home for brighter prospects elsewhere. Though, if there’s one area of menswear that will absolutely not under any circumstances fall prey to the thrall of trend-led frippery it’s tailoring, right? Wrong again. What’s more, this whole exposing of ankles business can be traced back to the notoriously trend-impervious realm of men’s tailoring.