I know a half dozen people in my circle who are going back to school next week. I’m going back too. May you live in exciting times, I believe the saying goes. And what in the world is more exciting than learning?
For me, deciding what to wear is both super easy and a little like a minefield. It will be easy, in part, because I’m returning to the National Ballet School of Canada. Thus the majority of my classes will require tights, simple white T-shirts, sweats, and, of course, ballet slippers. And yes ladies, I do wear “Blochs”—you may know the name from your own collection of footwear.
Perhaps this is the moment I’ve be waiting for: I CAN”T STAND BALLET SLIPPERS AS FASHION.
There I’ve said it. Maybe now I can move on…yeah, I doubt it. Imagine what it must be like for a lumberjack to have his uniform appropriated by twin brothers who live in Milan, who once lived here in town, who really took to heart a certain song sung by a “Monty” British comedy troupe about woodsmen pressing wildflowers, suspenders, and a bra. I guess nothing is sacred anymore.
On the flip side, however, I’ve seen the fall line of ballet slippers and jazz-shoes from Bloch and they are pretty amazing.
As you know, I love shiny pretty things and oh boy! Perhaps, gentlemen you might want to purchase a pair for your significant other and hold your own SYTYCD evening. A word of warning though about tutus: Generally they are fastened with fifty or so hooks and eye closures that can result in a broken finger if the bodice isn’t closed properly when spinning your partner. Trust me on that one! Anyway, back to school.
The question is: What does one wear to the rest of the classes? I’ll be doing an anatomy class so should I wear one of those skeleton hoodies? Da hipz bonz connected to the Louis Vuitton bonz…
Maybe a powdered wig and lace cuffs for the ballet music class?
Chances are I don’t want to push the dress code again. I was in constant trouble with the administration back in the day for dress code violations.
But I would like to have the option of the uniform again. Lord-a-mercy, it made my mornings so much easier. “Hmm, shall I wear a white shirt again? Why, yes.” Simple is so lovely.
In truth, I’m thinking of a little ’70s revival, faded boot cut jeans, Frye boots and a brown cord Levi’s jacket. And if anyone knows where I can pick up a pairs of clogs, I’ll buy you a cup ‘o joe. It might be a little WKRP in Cincinnati, but it has a rugged urban woodsmen feel—really Canadian. And, as we all know, there’s nothing more Canadian than a guy in tights, eh?!
Awww! Marq (left) with classmates in 1993.