For Flat Footwear
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Ladies, gents if you’re reading, we’re going there. After long years of proposing comfort as a state of mind and putting a left, high heeled foot forward in support of the self-fabricated aphorism (which I still won’t deny, I’ll just gently eschew), we’re taking a new direction. And if we have to walk there, that is totally, totally fine.
Now, is it just me/us or have people actually taken a step – and consequent several inches – back in the matter of their preferred footwear? I may be spending too little time in the Meatpacking District and too much time traipsing through Nolita, but I can’t remember the last time I saw a pair of sky-high stiletto heels obstructing the walking process for a denizen of the Lower East Side, just trying to get to dinner. Maybe this is entirely a summer thing and that people have become one with the earth–acceding to the climate’s request for more comfortable shoes.
We can probably agree that a walk in heels gets a sweat going in a way that flats never could and in temperatures that have peaked above 100 since the start of June, do we really need aid in the sweat department? Personally, not unless you’re presenting a deodorant stronger than the average man’s.
Or maybe this has nothing to do with meteorological conditions and that genre of climate at all and instead just stands as a testament to the element of “wearability” perpetuating in fashion. While we’re at it with our cream colored menswear-inspired pant suits and New Balance sneakers–why not take a dip into an archive of loafers, or sandals, or slippers and exploit those too?
I can’t quite tell what Fall will hold but I’m perfectly aware that it’s been months since I slipped my feet into a shoe heeled at higher than three inches. The consumer in me, who is devilishly beginning to crave the incipient Fall offerings from the bevy of e-tailers selling them, can’t even look at the selection of heels on display. And it’s not because I don’t love them. They’re wonderful to look at but maybe that’s just it. They never take care of you the way you’re instinctually taught to take care of them. With flats, though, when you entrust in a pair, you see return, don’t you?
Which, of course, brings me to my final point. Hey! Guys! Tell your inner-demons to shut the shit up. Your legs are beautiful and you do not need heels to amplify their current state of existence. If you want to wear flats, or mid-heels, just do it. Plain and simple. There’s really, really nothing else to it. Might we suggest starting with Acne’s jelly-heel pink loafers?
In slideshow order, the black studded brogues from Asos ($93), the leopard print slipper mules by Barneys New York ($109), the white, buckle double strap sandals are by Belstaff ($269), suede lip slippers by Charlotte Olympia ($695), creeper loafers with rubber white sole by Jil Sander ($249), purple suede loafers by Manolo Blahnik ($695), embellished satin loafers by Marni ($810), white oxfords with black heel from Nasty Gal ($188), buckle flats from Pixie Market ($259), studded flat booties by Pour la Victoire ($325), and because in this day and age, no shoe is beautiful unless it is certifiably ugly: leather clog sandals by Rochas ($280).
Moisturize your legs, too. It might make a difference. From the creams above, I really enjoy Tocca’s jar and the smell of the cream, the multi-hydrating toner (it’s an oil) from Nars which makes my corse-ass legs confoundingly shiny and I’ve recently taken to Ahava’s firming body cream, too. Kate swears by her Almond Glow ($5.99!) and will offer send photos of it posing next to her cabal of cats if you’re interested in a gander.