Jazz/Brogue style shoes are by no means a new trend. In fact, I'm probably like six seasons late. I never ventured to buy a pair, fearing I was not quite cool enough to pull them off. Well all that's changed. Not the fact that I'm cool (because I'm not). It's just that I'm following a new mantra that I have borrowed from the film Risky Business:
Sometimes you just gotta say, what the fuck
So I don't think about whether I can pull something off anymore: I just do it. The mantra applies to much more than something as vacuous as fashion. It applies to seizing opportunities and doing what feels good (even if it's not the wisest option). Of course, the mantra is dangerous. But isn't life inherently dangerous? Anyway, back to jazz shoes. I love the idea of them because they are sensible and masculine and rather Michael Jacksonesque. When I eventually get a pair (I have my eye on a white pair of Salvios, though silver is probably a better option), I will wear them with navy opaques and floaty dresses and a tailored black tux jacket and a vintage tan leather clutch.
And maybe if I am lucky I will be whisked away by a cute jazz-loving boy who will take me to the Bennetts Lane Jazz Club in Melbourne (I've always wanted to see what it's like) and buy me a martini or two and dance with me, putting my jazz shoes to good use.
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