After this post, my love hate relationship with the Birkenstock trend has transformed into a complete adoration (or even obsession) for the whole corked shoe phenomenon that’s been hitting the streets and our smartphones for the past few months. I mean, what’s not to love? They’re stupidly comfortable (emphasis on the word stupidly) and, even though they keep me grounded at my not-so-enviable five foot three inch height, I can forgive them purely based on the fact that they (regrettably) look so damn good, and after seeing the latest editorial in British Vogue starring Miranda Kerr and an identical set of Birks, I’d like to think they make me one step closer to model material, no? No, probably not, but at least I’m trying. And that’s just the irony of these shoes - they’re the most lazy, un-trying flats imaginable, and whilst the practicality of these sandals is about to fade away - much like the English summer - I’m already planning on a thick socks and sandal combo for the winter to come. See, the Birks alone don’t sound so bad anymore, do they? If only my Grandad had wi-fi (or the knowledge of technology for that matter), because if he was reading this, I’m sure I’d be making him proud.
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