What Do You Think This Girl’s Day Was Like?
Remember this girl? She won the London Fashion Week superlative for “Most Dedicated to her Outfit.” Clearly, the shoes were not merely a final afterthought but rather the very things that inspired her look (lewk) from the shin upwards in the first place. Those shoes were the outfit.
Changing the broken footwear mid-day would have been admitting defeat, like announcing a recipe didn’t work or a painting didn’t come out the way one intended. Instead, this solo-heeled woman soldiered on with a limp rivaling the gate of a 90’s rapper: the kind of staggered, hip-dropping stride that parallels a music-video-car bobbing in slow motion from hydraulics. Pimp my walk for the year 2014.
Behind pure vanity also clearly strides purpose — this woman wasn’t carrying on with cramped calves and a wobbling ankle for the sake of Tommy Ton. She had somewhere to be. But can’t you imagine the horror she faced when she realized her heel broke? “Shit” has probably never found more appropriate context (outside of the bathroom, at least) than in the snapping sound of her once-grounded support system. The same could be said for “faaaaaaaahk” when said support was an expensive pair of shoes.
Did she attempt to shove the heel back on? Maybe with a wad of gum, a foraged nail?
I broke a shoe during fashion week once, but the idea of fixing it on the go sounded too much like a DIY project or some bad list-y article (10 Ways to Prepare for NYFW Like a Pro!) so I went home to change. But this woman looks too cool to care about emergency resources; she was attending a fashion show after all, not a cub scout convention. Yet unlike me, she soldiered on and worked that half heel like a Grace Kelly up-do.
Still…one question remains: what do you think the rest of this girl’s day was like? Or maybe an even better thing to ask is: what would you have done?