The Loafer
Are you buying a chrome hearts hat and calling it getting dressed? This is my iteration of a Mary Oliver poem, “Are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?” One must ask these sorts of questions. This week I’m thinking about loafers.
Miles Davis in an obscure loafer.
This is not a new invention, nor does wearing a loafer make you unique in any sort of way. It does however provide us style heads with an idea. It provides us with a portal into who you are, what you appreciate. Maybe it was Cary Grant in To Catch a Thief that made you reconsider this sort of footwear. Was it Grace Kelly in Rear Window, sitting ever so elegantly in bed with a pair of burgundy loafers on, reading Michael O. Douglas’ Beyond the High Himalayas, before effortlessly transitioning into a Harper’s Bazaar?
Cary Grant in To Catch a Thief
However you end up in loafers, understand that this is a simple act of coolness. I’m not talking about the high schooler who would leave study hall to smoke American Spirits in the band room cool, I’m talking dropdead cool. However you envision cool, that’s where you stand in loafers.
Chris Black a.k.a donetodeathprojects. Honorable mention.
For those of you loaferless, take a chance. Dig through your grandparents closet, look in an alley, go to a thrift store. The means in which you decide to cop the shoe is irrelevant. I might also add, the more beat up the better, after all, this is a shoe that tells a story.