R.I.P High Heels
I hereby announce the death of the heel. Don’t gasp. Don’t hyperventilate. Let me just explain. I love heels. I swear it. I remember my first pair arrived when I was nine, a bridesmaid at my aunts wedding. They were bleached white with a front strap to keep my foot in place and only 2 inches. I remember walking down that aisle as if I was the bride that day. Those heels gave me confidence, for that whole night I was a grown up, I was not normal like the rest; those extra inches gave me superiority and strength. This love of heels continued all through secondary school. I will confess that I was that year nine student with kitten heels and a black handbag walking down the corridors. For a very long time no other sound in the world could beat the click click of my own footsteps. As I got older however, especially during college and university, my infatuation for heels drastically decreased. Maybe I was too busy to sway, maybe I no longer wanted to impress. I believed with heels came a great responsibility. With every step you represented the woman, the beacon of femininity. You could not falter. I guess I wanted out of it. With the worry of exams and coursework, I needed shoes that I could run for the bus for at 8:30 am. So I slowly found myself wearing flats without even meaning to. I sacrificed style for comfort. And yet, during this period the heel had still not died, it was something that was still desired and lusted over. I continued to wear heels for interviews and dinners and weddings and important events, but never when I didn’t need to.
Alas…this has now all changed. Now when I get an interview, I sometimes wear lovely brogues or sophisticated loafers. Can you imagine it? I wear flats for interviews and it no longer matters (because I get the job, duh). What’s even more shocking is that the fashion world has caught on with this trend. This s/s season it was a flats-fiasco. Armani gave us patent monochrome flats and whatever Armani gives you, you do not question it. Victoria Beckham, a woman famous for saying ‘I can’t concentrate in flats’ gave us what could only be described as flat boot-flip flops, totally horrendous in my opinion, but that was her only error; the rest of her collection was quite excellent. Givenchy offered us a different take on the two-strap sandal that can be bought in markets all over world. High fashion seems to have embraced the flats. Socialites and models on the front row no longer flaunt their Louboutin’s or Jimmy Choo’s. They now opt for brogues, suede slippers and sandals. My personal favourite is the Charlotte Olympia kitty flat seen on many celebrities such as Queen Bey, Alexa Chung and Taylor Swift. Cute and quint the kitty flat complements any outfit, be it jeans or a dress.
It is not enough for the heel to die; it has to also be buried. I personally did this task last week when I felt a shopping orgasm in Topshop, an orgasm that hitherto I have only gotten for heels, satchels and blazers. It was a normal day, I bought a cake in Harrods as one does and accompanied my friend to Topshop as she works there and thus shops nowhere else. I was sat down looking at all the beige and black around me (I just don’t find Topshop colourful enough for me) when I glanced at a pair of electric blue suede slippers with a metallic golden horse emblem that took my breath away. I wasted no time. I tried them on. I took a picture of them for instagram, and then I bought them. Just. Like. That. And with that purchase marked the metaphorical burial of high heels. No doubt, the high heel will be resurrected from the bowels of shoe after life soon enough, but in the mean time I will enjoy the comfort that the flat offers. I will enjoy not compromising between style and comfort, as now flats are both gorgeous and snug. I will enjoy feeling just as sexy and confident and powerful with my 5ft self (4”11.5 but lets round up) and not rely on heels to give me a certain ‘sway’. I will enjoy walking in front of a cute guy without worrying about tripping up and looking like a right fool. So rest in peace high heels and see you next fashion fall.