For me, the shoes of Fashion Week are always the most important.
They’re a marker, a smoke signal, a metric that may or may not inform the performance of the rest of a collection.
Fine, that last remark errs on the side of dramatic but think about this! When you’re considering how much you like a collection, that reaction will usually either push you to want to understand how much you’re willing to participate in it (and consequently too how defeated you might feel when reality sets in and you realize that an exorbitantly expensive dress care of [insert designer here] is not a feasible experience), or it won’t. If it doesn’t, you can trot off on your merry way, but if it does, what are you left with?
I’ll tell you what you’re left with.
A sliver of hope that comes care of what you see when you look down to forget the dress and welcome the promise of opportunity and simultaneous initiation put forward by the same designer’s footwear. Sometimes I wonder if my relationship with shoes is as passionate as Jared Leto’s relationship with thumb rings because they have historically been my way in. The gateway that allowed me to feel like I was apart of something, maybe a world, that I had otherwise been watching from a sideline with a nickel in my pocket.
Of course that nickel is the other thing because the shoes of fashion week still do not a good deal make but they’re certainly a step closer, literally and figuratively, to the axis of something we’re trying to penetrate.
That and, they make us feel good and offer that sublime sense of escapism, one of the only that come devoid of substance abuse, which, quite frankly, seems like reason enough to catalogue, discuss and celebrate anything. So, let’s play the favorites game, plow through the footwear as documented above and begin charting our autumn footwear strategies.
Images via Vogue.com, Style.com, Fab Sugar, and Fashionising