I have spent much of my life looking into shoe shop windows or sitting in shoe shops to wait for my wife. This has forced me to look at a whole bunch of women’s shoes. Most of the time, this has followed such words as “what do you think of this one?”
Often, my wife acquiesces to my likes, but has been known to buy/wear shoes that I find displeasing and/or hideous (a word I never utter). I have formed an opinion of what I like and what I do not like; what is attractive and what is hideous; and what is comfortable and what must be torture.
A trip to London means mandatory shoe shopping, which can last hours. My eyes wander to more than just shoes, because one can appreciate shop design, staff behavior, other customers, etc.
Below are photos of some recent purchases, from a shop that takes our money on each visit. These are some of the most creative designs I have seen anywhere. And, believe it or not, the are said to be comfortable. This is important to someone that makes her money on her feet. Not only are the forms creative, but also the soles, interiors, and boxes.
And, these are the more conservative designs on offer...
If you want to see more or do not believe me, you can check out the website. These are not for wallflowers...
Have you noticed how weird women’s shoes are/have become? An increasing number of styles push form-over-function to an unimaginable extreme. I do not know how a woman can walk...or why they try.
I spent a significant amount of time accompanying my wife on shopping trips, either staring at window displays or inspecting/trying on items in-store. Shoe shops play a large role in any outing, and I spend a large amount of time being bored. A quick survey of all products gives me a good idea of latest trends, and then I move on to daydreaming. Shoe shops have the advantage that most offer somewhere to sit, something rare in a clothing shop.
On top of shop surveys, I cannot help but notice advertising for shoe brands or fashion brands, which often require models to wear weird shoes. Because I read Vanity Fair each month, merely flipping through the pages exposes me to the extremes that fashion goes...and goes.
I assume that the models are extremely talented, as are women that buy the advertised shoes. I could not take a single step or even remain upright without help in such a construction, not that I would ever try. My imagination works well enough and tells me that some forms of physical torture must be less-painful.
I spent the day following my wife around London, as she sought a particular style of shoe. We visited several department stores and countless shoe shops. When she finally found what she wanted, the cost was 500 pounds (you do the math), which was more than she wanted to pay.
That said, she did manage to buy four pairs of shoes, which she had not planned to buy. Why? Because a woman never has enough shoes.
Above is part of the window display of a shop on Carnaby Street. The brand name is Irregular Choice, which has--in my opinion--the most creative women's footware available. The photo does not do the collection justice. All other shoe shops are boring.
Occasionally, I like to read Maureen Dowd’s column in the New York Times. She is suitability cynical and irreverent to meet my tastes.
Unfortunately, I do not understand much—if anything—in her latest piece. I feel as if I have landed on some planet in a distant galaxy or parallel universe.