Uniforming. uninforming.

I took Mister G for a short venture across the park and down to Sloane Square last week. Not our usual hood - but I had some errands to attend to. And sometimes we = fancy.
Plus, I wanted to head over to the Saatchi Gallery for the Out of Focus photography exhibition and it has been an age since I've seen Richard Wilson's 20:50 oil installation which I really like.

Richard Wilson 20:50, 1987, used sump oil and steel (photo: Saatchi Gallery)

Reflective.

Unfortunately, the gallery was closed for a private event, but we did see a group of schoolkids traipsing across Hans Place in the coolest uniform -- brown leather shoes, faded rust shorts down to the knees and chunky mustard jumpers.

(photo here)

A little googling revealed that this is the uniform for Hill House School - a family owned private school with campuses around the area (and in Switzerland.)

(photo: here)

Now, I get that it would be crazy to consider registering Mister G for a school that is both wildly beyond our means and part of a system of private education that I don't believe in... Not to mention that I'm not sure PA would be in favour of knee britches for the boy.

(photo: Harrods)

But would it be too creepy to buy one of the uniform sweaters for myself?  It's just the perfect waffle knit and dijon shade of mustard.

(photo: Harrods)

 I promise I wouldn't wear it with rusty corduroy culottes. Honest.