My friend broke her foot while exercising last spring and as a result has had to keep it confined within the sinister parameters of a healing boot all summer. Accordingly, she has refused to call the season we’ve blissfully endured what it is: a reprieve not just for us from the unrelenting and unapologetic cold, but for our toes, which have scientifically proven themselves far more joyous entities in the presence of sand, as opposed to socks.
That’s technically speculation, and I am sure there is scientific evidence to support otherwise but I’m going with it. Isn’t there something to be said for the mere fact that when it’s cold, our feet will shrink — they will recoil and shrivel up, eager to crawl into their cocoons until the heat re-emerges and they can expand, much the way a lion who wakes up from a particularly satisfying nap does?
Hint: yes. Yes, there is.
But every so often, there comes along a shoe — an elective boot, if you will — that changes the way you think about this alleged reprieve. It might successfully propel you forward, forgoing sarongs for sweaters, allowing you to leave behind the lusciously salty, extended days of summer in anticipation for the series of cold fronts that invariably lay ahead.
If last year this shoe was a blue patent leather, vaguely aquatic inspired rendition by Zara, the upcoming season reveals a direct homage to Karl Lagerfeld, rectified to appeal to a greater audience, in its navy suede estimation with its square toe, thick heel and the great length it will seemingly go to pair nicely with both trousers and skirts.
Personally, I’m looking in the direction of jeans — those of the high waist persuasion — to wear with a shirt and a bow tie and a wool blazer, maybe sunglasses, leaving my knees deliberately bare to remember (but not long for) those departed dog days.