Tuesday, March 13, 2012

The Pursuit of the Perfect Shoe

I'm a street style blogger. This means I spend the entire fashion week in my Converse shoes. It is practically impossible to wear anything else. I mean I've tried the oxfordy looking flats, I've tried tiny heels from Zara but at the end of the day only in Converse can you make it back to the hotel room and be able to do it all over again the next day and for the rest of the fashion month. 

Reality ... (Dvora, me and Nyanzi at Paris Fashion Week)

Having said that, I must confess that I get an extreme case of shoe envy especially when it comes to other bloggers. Obvious example - Hedvig. By the end of the Paris Fashion Week I started suspecting that Hedvig is a superior human being to everyone else as she spend the entire fashion month running around in super high heels. And I'm talking not your 'pretend' chunky heel or kitten heel, I'm talking the real deal, 6 inch and up! I cannot even begin to imagine what her podiatrist bill comes to at the end of that torturous month.

When surrounded by such eye candy, I feel doubly inadequate in my little converse shoes. As a self-confessed shoeaholic, fashion week for me is akin to teetotaling at a bachelor party in Ibiza. 

As a result of the "shoe situation" and me being 5 foot tall (I'm strong believer that ladies who are tall and skinny - basically the model types - can get away with wearing flats and still looking good.. I mean they can get away with pretty much anything!), I gave up the notion of dressing up for fashion week entirely. 

The situation is further complicated by the fact that the quality of my photographs is directly proportional to the level of my physical comfort. If I am cold or my feet hurt or (the greatest evil of all) I am hungry then I am less likely to care about the fashionistas around me and focus my energy on fixing the problem - buying extra socks, overpaying for an umbrella outside the Tuileries, running around the block in Milan trying to find a cafe that 'looks good' (what a travesty!) - you name it, i've done it.

So where does this leave me? This leaves me in jeans, converse shoes, with a warm scarf around my neck and chewing something from the cafe in the closest proximity (crepes, panini, peanut butter sandwich).

I really do hope that one day I will find that perfect shoe that will be beautiful and comfortable and I will be running around taking photos and still looking fabulous! Until then… jeans and converse it is.


What I wish I was wearing :) (click the arrows to slideshow)


the nyanzi report said...

"As a self-confessed shoeaholic, fashion week for me is akin to teetotaling at a bachelor party in Ibiza."

I just love that line!

*sunday* said...

haha i knew you would like that! you teetotal you! :)

Fashionistable said...

Ha ha, made me laugh. But am so totally with you I would love to be wearing the shoes in your slide show too. Brilliant. Xxxx