There’s some kind of manic social pressure that surrounds getting dressed at Fashion Week, and not in a “I want to look cute today” sort of way. It’s definitely more of a “dress to impress” mentality that seeks to overtake everyone’s sensibilities and sense of self worth. Like all of these people on the streets labor over impractical (it’s 90 degrees outside, why are you in wool?!) sartorial statements in order to justify their existence.
Hi pot, this is your friend kettle. We’ve been there.
We’ve been the girls in four-inch heels switching our weight from one foot to the next in the middle of a presentation because we just had to walk a block in shoes that are more fashionable than they are comfortable. We’ve definitely snuck flip-flops into our handbag in order to pull a switch once we’d exited a show and ducked safely into a car. Hell, if we had a dollar (or better yet, in most cases $50+ dollars) for every pair of flats we ended up buying at the closest boutique because our feet just couldn’t take it one. more. second…
What is the point? Seriously, though. What is it? What is the oh-so-incredibly-important reason we are wearing shit we would never otherwise wear under these circumstances in order to impress people who are so focused on their own aching soles that they probably didn’t even notice the incredibly stylish torture devices we had strapped to our own hoofs.
So we just said, fuck this.
It didn’t feel very TKC to be trying so hard anyway. And frankly you guys, we had a lot more fun this season. I don’t want to go so far as to say it’s just because we wore flats 90% of the time, but it certainly didn’t hurt. Literally.
– Studio Photoshoots > Tomboy KC > 2016 > 012