So committed, in fact, that I've contemplated pairing them with a good 98% of my current wardrobe (pajama tops oh-so-included).
"So what's the problem?", says you, supposed listener.
Well 1: They're sort of uncomfortable.
And by sort of I mean, really.
And by really, I mean horrifically-and-irrevocably-damagingly.
"So what?" (says supposed you, again, to an unresponsive computer screen.)
"You've dealt with discomfort before, so why the complaint now?"
Well, it goes like this:
In theory, lace-up heels paired with jeans and a tee is an "effortless", "easy" look. Not too much thought, just enough comfort.
In reality, however, these vixens come off as something a bit too different. I don't know about you folks out on the coasts, but anything above a simple cork wedge in the midwest is a blatant cry for attention, awkward stares, etc, etc. Which is fine - just so long as those stares don't negate the entire purpose of the ensemble.
In this case, however, the "effortless ease" of the look shoes-up is completely negated by the overpowering judgment directed at said shoes.
There's no effortless - just hooker-esque.
|lace-up heels: Windsor Smith (also here), pj top: Anthropologie, jeans: Adriano Goldschmied,|
So the adrenaline which would result from the perfect mix of bombacious & boyish is destroyed.
I also, from time to time, run into this issue with blazers, boyfriend jeans & hats.
Is this just a symptom of living in the midwest, or are some things generally better psychologically or photographically than on the streets?