Sometimes I hate myself.
Well, not myself, per se-- but my predilections. My current fascinations.
For example: How fair is it that I, an independent, notably anti-"trend" individual, falls so hopelessly head over chunky uni-height heels in love with the one trend to rule them all : Orthopedic footwear.
Is it a sudden adversity to discomfort? A normcore-inspired urge? Or simply an ode to my grandmother - of whom this lovely little footwear phenomenon so strongly reminds me?
I can't be sure.
Though I sort of can.
And it involves a lot of quintessentially sexy runway ensembles being shown accompanied by footwear fitting for a 90 year old woman.
Equal opportunity here.
And if that doesn't push all your 'juxtaposition' buttons, I don't know what will.