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Stephen Spear

Assistant menswear editor, Drapers

The last decade has seen a shift in the way men dress. Not all men admittedly, but chances are that if you have a Y chromosome and were in your twenties at some point in the last decade, you have upped the sartorial ante.

Blame Beckham. Still a darling of global media and willing prey to the paparazzi, Sir David of Manchester, Madrid, Milan and LA was the man who pushed the envelope for all of us. He spent most of the decade topping various best and worst-dressed lists, lit the fuse on men’s jewellery, sparked sales for plenty of brands and made it somehow OK for men to moisturise. Perhaps most crucially of all though, he has consistently re-invented himself, even if some of the re-inventions were a touch questionable. But then it didn’t matter that most men would never wear sarongs, because Mr B wouldn’t wear it for long, so hungry is he to move on to another new style.

The message was that it is OK for one fella to wear on-the-money tailoring one day and distressed jeans and a beanie the next. We can all be fashion chameleons now and that’s the legacy of the noughties, decade of the Beckham.

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