Manolo says, here are the few links which may perhaps amuse…
So what are we all going to want to be wearing on our feet next summer? Or rather what do the designers intend to offer us, because the two aren’t necessarily the same thing.
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It is perfectly all right to wear ugly, clumpy clothes when you are 16, but if you wear them when you are 50 it might look as if you never understood style in the first place, or have given up, surrendering to the idea that you can wear a red hat with a purple dress, on the spurious grounds that you are old and what does it matter because no one wants to look at you anyway.
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The U.S. is the worst. There’s a Spinal Tap-ish phenomenon known as vanity sizing, in which garment sizings have been haphazardly lowered to make the consumer feel smaller even though she’s wearing the same size.
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November 4th, 2009 at 4:15 pm
I love Linda Grant, but I think she’s dead wrong in concluding that the only shoe choice these days is between comfortable clunkers and 6″ Pradas. It may be different in London, but here in the States you can find a huge array of stylish but walkable shoes with 2″ and 3″ heels. The Cole Haan “Air” line specializes in combining comfort and glamor, and Manolo regularly spotlights glam Cole Haan shoes right on this site. Other similar brands: Stuart Weitzman, Bruno Magli (you can’t tell me they don’t sell Bruno Magli in Europe!). London women are notorious for their lack of style on the street. You don’t see Parisian women in dowdy rubber-soled shoes–or New York women.
November 4th, 2009 at 4:29 pm
I live on a small island in the Pacific called Australia, and all the girls have started to wear the same shoe. The shoe resembles a ballet shoe, in a range of colours and cheap fabrics. They are totally totally flat, like slippers. They remind me of the comfortable shoes the waitresses used to wear in the old italian restaurant my father would take us to in the 60s. The ladies would thump up and down the wooden floors of the restaurant, on their sturdy, thick legs.
Today, the wearers of this shoe are office girls, going to work, on the train and on the bus, and they too are padding around the city, with sturdy, thick cankles where once was a slim and formed calf and a visible ankle.
Why? Why do *all* of them do it at once? Like sheep? I miss the sight of slender legs in their fashionable heels. Am I a chauvinist? Have I lost my pro-feminism?
Maybe next season the girls on my island will chose a shoe with a heel, and I can stop complaining.