We like to think these films provide all you need to inspire your summer style.

It’s all well and good relying solely on the runway for style inspiration, but staying religious to the latest trends (1970s eyewear and statements prints, to name two) can feel a little forced. Plus, it’s not much fun. So, to look elsewhere for our summer-wear, we decided to go to our favourite summer films for some sartorial cues. From poolside-ready shirts in Call Me By Your Name to bucket hats and aviators in Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas, read on to discover which movies the MR PORTER editorial team plans to channel with their wardrobe this summer.

Staff Writer, The Daily

Stand By Me (1986)

Stand By Me, with its baggy dad jeans and tucked-in faded T-shirts worn by awkward kids on the cusp of adolescence, is not the most obviously stylish summer film. And, considering it’s about a bittersweet summertime adventure through the Oregon countryside made by a group of best friends, it is decidedly free of the grown-up glamour you’ll no doubt find in my colleagues’ film choices. Still, there’s something about the unpretentious simplicity of Chris’ white T-shirt and blue jeans or Teddy’s Aloha shirt and Chuck Taylors that is appealingly straightforward. This doesn’t mean I plan to dress like a child, but that sticking to the basics when there’s a lot going on around you is sometimes the best thing you can do.

Associate Editor

La Grande Bellezza (2013)

This wasn’t the most popular choice in the office. It’s five years old, which is a tricky age, being both too old to be contemporary yet not old enough to be retro. I stuck to my guns, though, and you know what? I’m glad I did. Try as I might, I can’t bring to mind another movie as sensuous, as lavish in its depiction of the decadent lives of the lazily rich; nor can I think of one that so perfectly expresses the languor of high summer. I can’t afford to dress in the brightly coloured, unstructured tailoring favoured by Jep Gambardella, the movie’s lead character, and I don’t suppose I would if I could. But as a stylish summer movie, nothing comes close.

Editor, The Daily

True Romance (1993)

True Romance is not a typical summer film. Originally penned by Mr Quentin Tarantino, the plotline is littered with dead bodies and profanity. But, when the narrative isn’t taking us to late-night cinema showings and murky drug dens, we are almost always in the sun (whether it be in LA or, at the film’s happy denouement, on a beach in Mexico), and the clothes are supersaturated and bold. If I can pinch just an iota of Clarence Worley’s cool – in his Mr Elvis Presley gold aviators, a white T-shirt and a red Hawaiian shirt – I’d be a happy man. Even if I don’t have a suitcase full of narcotics at my disposal.

Chief Sub-Editor

Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas (1998)

“You can turn your back on a person,” Mr Hunter S Thompson once muttered, “but never turn your back on a drug. Especially when it’s waving a razor-sharp hunting knife in your eye.” But let’s turn our back on the drugs here for a second and consider this: Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas, the film of which turns 20 this year (almost old enough to buy a beer in Nevada), is the style textbook for summer 2018. Vivid camp-collar print shirts, aviator sunglasses and a fly swat, for fending off the bats once the ether kicks in.

Commissioning Editor

Call Me By Your Name (2017)

Set in the cobbled streets and cool waters of Northern Italy in 1983, Mr Luca Guadagnino’s Call Me By Your Name was the most triumphant movie of 2017. Only the heartless were dry-eyed as the credits rolled. Yet for all its ruthless heart-tugging, it also served as a 132-minute-long style guide for warm weather dressing. Sure, it was out last autumn, but certain images have been etched onto my mind. Most notably Mr Armie Hammer’s dishevelled and loosely preppy 1980s get-up: voluminous Balenciaga-esque shirts and Ralph Lauren Oxford blues unbuttoned and blithely opened to the Mediterranean sun. In the movie they’re hastily tucked into off-white slashed-to-thigh shorts and finished with weather-beaten low tops and battered sandals. It’s a masterclass in insouciant dressing.