I swear - you get comfortable wearing flat shoes and then you never take them off (until you take the plunge on your dream pair of Giuseppe Zannotis). I have an on and off relationship with heeled shoes. Who can resist the magic of six inch heels that can allow them to pretend that they, too, are the average girl height of 5'7? I spent all of my sophomore year in high school in some form of a heel or wedge. Now, at that time I'd become quite comfortable with walking in heels and I'm proud to say I don't have any embarrassing falling stories. However, the impact from going down three flights of stairs between classes in thin heels does awful things to your knees. So although I don't have any dramatic, face-to-floor falls, I do have incredibly fucked up knees and ankles. The kind that hurt after running just one mile, occasionally lock automatically, and are fun to crack whenever you're bored in class. So since last year, my shoes for school are pretty sensible, or at the least, chunky heeled, to minimize some of the impact. Ballet flats have reentered my life since I forgot about them after middle school, but I was getting bored of the limited options. Something about actual running sneakers as legitimate shoes just appeals to me. It's kind of like seeing someone play fetch with their cat. A weird novelty at first, but in truth, its actions are nothing extraordinary to its original traits.
(Excerpt via memoir "I Didn't Choose The Sneaker Life; The Sneaker Life Chose Me" by Bri Wang)
Ugh, so many brilliant ideas for my future collection of epic poems regarding my first world struggles with fashion.
WEARING | Tee - Helmut Lang, Dress - c/o Oasap, Jacket - St. John Collection, Shoes - Nike, Bag - Chanel