The Palace is all about formal, not flashy. Think of it as your most polished Sunday best, times ten. You want to look like you belong there, not like you’re auditioning for a reality show.
For ladies, hats are practically mandatory. I mean, a fascinator or a proper hat—none of those tiny, sad little headbands. And please, no strappy sundresses unless you’re six years old.
Men, you’re in a suit. A morning suit or a lounge suit, and definitely a tie. No exceptions, no “smart casual” loopholes. The Queen’s staff will notice.
What about shoes? (The silent killer)
You’ll be walking on grass. Lovely, manicured grass that turns into a swamp after a light drizzle. Do not wear stilettos—they’ll sink like you’re in quicksand.
Go for block heels, wedges, or flat dress shoes. And for heaven’s sake, break them in. Nothing says “I’m an amateur” like limping past a duke.
Men, same rules apply. No trainers, no loafers with holes. Your Oxfords should be shiny enough to see your own reflection.