is – for a certain kind of person – a bellwether of risky date-night style. Ie, her name is as synonymous with the words navel-plunging neckline, naked dress and low-rise as it is and . But she is also what menswear magazines might describe as a , having been among the original cohort of celebrities to endorse the now-ubiquitous , and spending the past couple of months soft-launching the Speedcat as a feasible substitute.
It tracks that people are beginning to withdraw their allegiance to the Samba. The shoe once signalled a cool, metropolitan ease, but has now saturated the mainstream to such an extent that it’s being used as a symbol within re-election campaign. Because he is, of course, a man of the people.
has therefore taken it upon herself to provide an alternative: leather-and-suede ballet runners, which she yesterday afternoon wore with an off-the-shoulder sweater dress while strolling through Manhattan. Distinct from box-fresh Sambas, sneakers have been casually worn-in with visible scuff marks around the sole, while its foam tongue seems to have yellowed with time. This, to me, is a trainer in its ideal state: well-weathered in a way that suggests you are not precious about the clothes you put on your back.
It reminds me of how the give their permission to age and stain, because clothes are not costumes but there to be lived in. to a whole new level That Prove Pre-Loved Is Best.
