Top row: Chanel SS10 (image source: Style.com)Middle row: Louis Vuitton SS10 (image source: Style.com)
Bottom row: Miu Miu (left); Anthropologie (right) (image source: Anthropologie.com)
Theeyyyy're back! It's time to get clogged. No, not your toilet or your pores, but your footwear. Thanks to the lovely Monsieur Lagerfeld's homage to hay and a few straggling Mongolian sheepherder shoes on crack let loose on the runways of Marc Jacobs, the clog has come out of its 90s Birkenstock obscurity and into the fashion limelight. It was bound to happen, what goes around comes around, and with the shoe being the new compulsory fashion accessory, it was only a matter of time before the footwear wheel turned full circle and revisited every silhouette known to pedestrial history. Let's just pray that Tevas are left to rot in their smelly, sticky velco grave of hideousness until the four horsemen of the Fashion Apocalypse exonerate and permanently banish them to the shady Sartorial Styx below for all eternity. Sorry, I just really hate Tevas. But not clogs. Well, not Karl Lagerfeld's clogs.
My inspiration came upon my return from Paris when I nipped into Toast. There, lined up cozily by the entrance were three brightly colored pairs of boiled wool clogs. They were just so damn cute. And at £50 each, I picked up a pair in blood orange and have been pattering about my neighborhood in them every non-rainy day since. I'm a convert. Or a reconvert. Clogs take me back to the tender age of 12, slide on, slide off--life was just that easy. While Jacobs' versions aren't the most enticing (unless your name is Butters and you have an eye to shred those perky little tassels with your teeth), Lagerfeld's luscious platform, floral adorned wonders are the perfect balance of farmgirl clunking charm meets Parisian chic. In a word, adorable. I'd pair, (well, ideally, head to toe with the gauzy miracles of Chanel SS10) but, in reality, with everything from jeans and a cute little peasant top to sweet florals in spring to black and sparkly frocks for nighttime frolicking.
But if I had £750 kicking around to spend on a pair of shoes at the moment, they would without a doubt go towards CW's fund for the studded Louboutins, and not a throwback trend which combines simple cuteness with just the right amount of tender year nostalgia. For now, since the trend (for me at least) is about this sentiment, I'm perfectly content just to pitter patter to and from my local Starbucks in my Toasty treats and leave the couture clogs to those for whom such an addition to their footwear stash would merely be yet another needle in the haystack.
Yee-Haw!
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