Let us pretend for the sake of this post that I am in a middle-age autumn/winter catalogue of some sort - oh wait - you already did and laughed. Long coat, heeled boots... is everything okay? Er, I don't know why all de drama. It's completely fine to try something new, I tell you!
Allow me to briefly justify why this was such a big leap. First of all - controversy warning - I think women's footwear is designed to make feet look pathetic: tiny, stumpy, weak. Hence - my gravitating towards men's footwear and clunky DMs, as a way of "power dressing". It is fascinating to observe that yes, the stomping element is obviously one of the reasons heels are worn - I guess the clatter adds to a sense of self-assurance, or at least dramatically enhances one's approach down a hollow library corridor. Either way, these Bronx boots were a sweet surprise, acutely bridging the void between elegance and the "stomp and circumstance" (coining this phrase) typically absent in ordinary footwear. Plus, the metal toecaps and slight-but-important heel tread along the day-to-night borderline. Ideal*.
* - Oxford cobbles not included.
All photos by Rosalind.
Promenade Coat, Toast
Mohair jumper, thrifted
Tartan dress, Comptoir des Cottoniers
Bronx double buckle boots, c/o Bank