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Ah yes, my favorite time of year. The last days of June have finally crept up on us and we are all, once again, reciting our best “I blinked once and now it's [insert new month that came in a hurry]!” line to cope with the enigma of time. But, like October, which showcases its best asset on the last day of the month (yes, I mean Halloween) - the end of June has something even more spectacular in store: Wimbledon. Hours of beautiful tennis on grand grass courts, in southwest London, eating strawberries bathed in whipped cream to boot! What a thrill to watch the ball fly across the court from one racket to another as players slide, glide, and split to secure Match Point. Who could get enough?
This year's tournament has just one downside. For tennis' most avid fans - Wimbledon 2023 beams a bright light on a tough reality: the end of the Big 3 era. It is now more clear than ever, that two decades of supernatural tennis between three supernatural players, has come to a close. We've reached the last line in the last chapter of a darn good book. What a tremendous era it has been. Carlos Alcarez's five set victory against Novak Djokovic opens the floodgates for a new generation of champions, most of whom have already vocalized their "unwillingness" and sheer "inability" to replicate what Roger Federer, Rafael Nadal, and Novak Djokovic achieved in their careers. I say - a copy is never as good as the original anyway. But, let's get down to the real business at hand. Now that I'm older, wiser, taller, and can confirm that my childhood passion for fashion was not just a curious phase, but the beginning of a life-long lust for luxury, I see Wimbledon as more than just a tennis spectacle, it is also a fashion spectacle. Straw hats a plenty and long, white, picnic dresses. Espadrilles, stripes, and bright, cashmere sweaters flung over shoulders. Head-to-toe linen, cornflower blue, and great, big sun shielding shades. It is all quintessentially Wimbledon. Here are my picks for a closet that will never disappoint when Wimbledon comes knocking. |