The flatter the shoe, the harder it hurts.
Lainy recently did an interesting write-up on what #fashunz sees as the perfect proportions. For most of us, this is wildly unrealistic (though every time I see Karlie Kloss, my faith in the possibility is both renewed and extinguished at the same time... upon which I find myself a living confusion, and eat more tacos).
Now in the Summer months, when you're looking alive and drinking sugar highs garnished with mint leaves and berries, this proportion situation is easily amended - you're freaking invincible. Your feet can take on the world and kick everything necessary in the god damn face with a 4.5 inch stiletto heel and platforms to go around. But come the colder months (which, thank goodness, I'm escaping in just a few weeks), there is absolutely no desire to even get out of bed in the mornings, let alone put your knees through a day of falling forward (what the hell would we do without ankle straps?).
And so, my lovers, you must read on at Harper's BAZAAR. Because if you don't, then my two short paragraphs above would be completely pointless, and we can't have that, can we?
Photos by Camille Charrière; Editing by Margaret Zhang