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At last, though, his day may have come. The "man bag" aided Burberry to record sales over Christmas, Jimmy Choo is now getting dressed fellas' feet and next month, online latest approach warehouse Net-a-Porter will spawn a teenager - Mr Porter.

Meanwhile, on Friday, at Jean Paul-Gaultier's James Bond-themed present, Andrej Pejic, a male type with long, Pantene ad-worthy tresses, was the superstar of the catwalk, looking rather more Pussy Galore than Roger Moore. It won't be long before the high boulevard catches up. 

Fashion's dalliance with dandyism has now provoked a mini-testosterone backlash. Critics caution of slippery sartorial slopes: it's all only a small number steps away from David Beckham's so-wrong sarong, they groan.

I can't appreciate why these approach scrooges like their clothes options to stay so hemmed in, though. Men have too small number picks already. Wearing a mac? Nothing yells "flasher!" more loudly. Over 25 and attempting to bear off a cap? You're in hazardous William Hague territory, my son.

Once you've led out all the other suspected approach law-breaking - high-waisted trousers (too Simon Cowell), animal skin wares (too Bryan Adams) and tweed (too Brideshead) - what's left for men? 

Jeans, a Topman T-shirt and a Superdry "windcheater" for the teens to fortysomethings, trousers and a garment or a fit for the rest. At a force, you could opt for the Waiting for Godot view privileged by Matt Cardle on the X Factor but if a person hands you a small number coins while you're standing on the boulevard, it's possibly time to smarten up. If ever every one wanted Gok Wan, it's the boyfriends, not their better halves.

So why perform we deplore those who perform heed in how they present themselves? After all, most of us make judgments supported on appearance: if it is the castigated hoodies or Royal Bank of Scotland person in accuse Stephen Hester in his tracking down garb. 

In Utopia, maybe, all population would view past the superficial, adjudicating population on what was indoors alone. But Utopia is, of course, "no place", and to get a advance of from playwright Jean Kerr, no one ideals an adorable pancreas.

Where onvolvement in facade escalates into narcissism, insecurity or obsession (the cast of The Only Way is Essex leaps to mind) we should worry. But clothing are a configuration of self-expression, a conversational commencing purpose and a way to advise other people a little about yourself - even if the communication is "I don't give a denounce how I look".

Male vanity is not some new-born flaw, either; the trait has just commonly not manifested itself in mirror-hogging. At a banquet party, Nancy Astor is said to have said to her nearby that men were the more conceited sex. Realising the total table was perceiving, she went on: "It's a sympathise with that the most educated men bind slightest value to the way they dress. Why, right at this table the most cultivated man is wearing the most clumsily secured tie." Every man present subtly corrected his tie.

The fashion-loving female someone should be delighted if men like to be well-dressed. For, if His Nibs is obscuring purchasing pouches at the back of the wardrobe, he can scarcely bemoan when he finds ours. Gok Wan: your next task is clear.