Case study: kitten heels
Coat: Topshop (ON SALE) || Jeans: H&M || Shoes: Topshop || Bag: Mansur Gavriel (in black here) || Scarf: FWSS
"That's a nice pair of kitten heels", said absolutely fucking nobody. Ever.
Or so I thought until approximately four and a half weeks ago. That was the day I spent an hour too many trawling the perilous land of NET-A-PORTER, only to end up entangled in this sartorial happening; and loving every low-inch of it; so yeah, now I'm as confused as you.
No, really I am.
In my book, kitten heels are an absolute no-go. In fact, in most people's books they rate pretty highly on the never-will-I-ever spectrum. With good reason! They are the sartorial equivalent to your better half coming home with a dirty burger, only without any of the garnishes. An insult to the whole philosophy of the heel. A tell-tale sign that you are in fact unwilling to go that extra length (chuckle chuckle) to look good.
To put it bluntly, the kitten heel is proof that you are officially old. And we don't mean likely-to-land-a-Celine-campaign old. Just old. Full stop. Old, cynical and most of all lazy.
For who would even bother changing out of their homegirl sneaks, were it not to add real va-va-voom to their silhouette? Well I certainly wouldn't. And though I know little about you, my instinct tells me we are all running the same marathon here. In our Vogue-approved Stan Smiths, switching every now and again for the occasional stiletto-clad sprint.
So yeah, why elect a shoe that does nothing for my posture, nor my street credentials? Not quite hot; not really hip.
As I said, I'm just as confused as you. Because right now, I can't think of anything I would rather parade in. Fact.
Let's file this one under unresolved cases of 2015.
To be continued...
"That's a nice pair of kitten heels", said absolutely fucking nobody. Ever.
Or so I thought until approximately four and a half weeks ago. That was the day I spent an hour too many trawling the perilous land of NET-A-PORTER, only to end up entangled in this sartorial happening; and loving every low-inch of it; so yeah, now I'm as confused as you.
No, really I am.
In my book, kitten heels are an absolute no-go. In fact, in most people's books they rate pretty highly on the never-will-I-ever spectrum. With good reason! They are the sartorial equivalent to your better half coming home with a dirty burger, only without any of the garnishes. An insult to the whole philosophy of the heel. A tell-tale sign that you are in fact unwilling to go that extra length (chuckle chuckle) to look good.
To put it bluntly, the kitten heel is proof that you are officially old. And we don't mean likely-to-land-a-Celine-campaign old. Just old. Full stop. Old, cynical and most of all lazy.
For who would even bother changing out of their homegirl sneaks, were it not to add real va-va-voom to their silhouette? Well I certainly wouldn't. And though I know little about you, my instinct tells me we are all running the same marathon here. In our Vogue-approved Stan Smiths, switching every now and again for the occasional stiletto-clad sprint.
So yeah, why elect a shoe that does nothing for my posture, nor my street credentials? Not quite hot; not really hip.
As I said, I'm just as confused as you. Because right now, I can't think of anything I would rather parade in. Fact.
Let's file this one under unresolved cases of 2015.
To be continued...
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