Little Britain

Trousers: Joseph || Scent: Maison Martin Margiela's 'Beach Walk' || Denim jacket: ACNE (or|| Kicks: Reebok || Bra: Weekday || Necklace: Boutique Minimaliste || Sunglasses: Acne
Question: why do I covet all-white kicks that come to be—or worse, that have been around for a while, and score pretty high on the 1 to chav' sartorial spectrum?
Reeboks, for instance. I know I shouldn't. I know. Yet I can't pretend the thought hasn't crossed my mind—
in fact three times this week did I add a pair to my virtual basket, before abruptly coming to my senses and switching the tab back to Shopbop's well curated offering. Truth is,

Vicky Pollard has forever tarnished them, to the point where even the most avid #normcore devotee knows to stay well away.
Then again, when is non-ironic bad-taste dressing not the done thing nowadays? Given the choice between having me rock up in sporty whites or yet another offensive pool slide, I'm wondering whether my normal friends (normality in this case referring to those who haven't adopted the cringiest trends of the 90s in a bid to look cooler than the rest of us) wouldn't opt for the former.

After all, a sport shoe at least reflects true city living . And you can always blame it on the commute.