Succession

So I learned today the shocking fact that not everyone has an internal monologue, If you fall into this category then then you may need further explanation. An internal monologue is the voice inside your head that for me, narrates pretty much everything I do In all my waking hours. It’s more opinionated than I am, braver than and I am, sometimes my inner voice says the things I wish I could say out loud,  and other times I’m glad it is censored by my silence. 

My inner monologue frequently takes on the accent of the latest TV programme i have watched, more often than not its the west coast drawl of the Real Housewives of LA, Squid Games was an interesting one, but lately its been ditched for a strictly East Coast with a side note of Acerbic put downs, if you haven't already guessed then the chances are you haven't yet watched Succession (and i thought i was late to the party!)

Feel Free to Call out my Bias but the writer Jesse Armstrong is British and it shows, its Shakespearean in quality, albeit featuring an awful lot of swear words and the Characters are immaculately constructed, as are the characters wardrobe’s, no spoilers here but a little context, the stars of the show are Billionaires, or silly rich as i like to call it, born into money their wardrobes aren't the overtly showy heavily branded items you might assume, they are obviously expensive but subtle none the less. 

Michelle Maitland the shows costume designer has recreated the super rich wardrobe i have always imagined, as expected from a show about the American Media industry, its a male heavy cast who she swathes in super swish tailoring, some from Manhattan Based British Tailor Leonard Logsdail  sometimes paired with inconspicuous logo-free baseball caps and a faultless selection of sunglasses. 

Inevitably its the female protagonist, Shiv that I watch more closely. Everything about her look, Marlene Dietrich inspired high waisted trousers paired with high heels, fine gauge polo necks, and silk tops worn in impossibly pale shades scream “i don't do public transport and i don't iron my own clothes” its power dressing 2.0, exposed shoulders, blazer dresses and collarless blouses all of it set off by the immaculately blown bob she storms into series 2 with.

I urge you to watch it, my inner monologue says you're mad for not having watched it already, but ignore her she's rude.