Let’s dip our toes back into the literal and figurative pond of weather-related fashion today. (If you happen to be near the corner of West 4th Street and Cornelia, please refrain from dipping into what you may think is a pond but is actually a pool of stagnant water that has not once been drained since maybe 2005.)
Our industry has been debunking sartorial rules for quite some time now. Gone are the days of sticking to your color season or not clashing prints, of wearing clothes only intended for your gender or being forced to choose between skirt or pants when it’s obviously more fun to wear both at the same time. Once the rude-ass mandate against white post-Labor Day was torn up it signaled anything really does go if it floats your sailboat.
But what about the standards that exist for practicality, like wearing tights in the winter to avoid hypothermia? (Though we’ve found a loophole.) Or eschewing sweaters in the summer unless you’re Diane Keaton’s character in Something’s Gotta Give? (I’m working on this one.)
Let’s say you fall in love — and I mean head over heels, who cares if you’re a Montague and I’m a Capulet type of love — with a pair of shoes that are the very definition of everything save for the fact that they’re missing something: toe closure. And it’s winter. Or rain is predicted for the next five hundred years. Are you supposed to forget about them? Or do you buy them and place them on your shelf, only to stare at them with the longing of a recently diagnosed gluten intolerant person in Dominique Ansel’s bakery? What about a pair you already own, like your very favorite sling-backed, open-toe mules that you bought at a sample sale for an insanely low price and they are as beautiful as that gluten intolerant person in a non-gluten-free bakery is hungry. Do you just pat them on the head and say, “Not for a few more months, my friends. Hope you like dust.”?
To me, this seems ridiculous. So to that I say: just wear them.
Open-toe shoes may technically have a season, or at least weather-appropriate conditions that tend to span the months of May though early October (if you’re pushing it). But love is love, and if I’m to consider myself the OkCupid of fashion then really, who am I to tell you not to go for it? So go for it. Go get ’em, tiger! Run to your shoes, prepare your toes for the impending cold and tell them to suck it up, spray a little waterproofing solution on them (ask your shoe-guy first!!!) and take those babies out for a spin.
(But of course, if you completely disagree or have alternate ideas, let us know down in the comment section below.)
Photo: YOUNGJUN KOO | NYMAG ‘The Cut’