I’ve found them: the shoes worthy of getting worn out out walking from the armpits of Brooklyn to Manhattan, and perhaps even Europe and Asia, in glorious warm weather. Part-hippie, part-punk, and part-Englishman on holiday, these cork and raffia wedge creeper oxfords are a harmonious mashup of such opposing characters.
I lit up the second I saw them on the runway, and these past few months have been filled with the pleasurably arduous task of figuring out which color to get.
I decided on a pair in blue-black leather called “dark ink”: navy in daylight–an easy, unexpected neutral against whites and pastels in the day–and come nightfall, it turns black, and all you can see is that distinctive silhouette of the raffia tongue and cork wedge, the perfect accent to summer blacks.
Can’t help but gaze at these beauties made out of woven grass, like baskets waiting to be filled with summer memories.