The other weekend, while enjoying a cheap drink at a local neighborhood dive, my sister and I were idly discussing what we consider to be wardrobe classics, basic staples that endure that quintessential test of time; though they have been a veritable and whirlwind trend the last few years, I nominated tuxedo, or smoking, flats without hesitation. Essentially, the tuxedo flat is an alternative shape and attitude to the infamous ballet flat; both allow for effortless sophistication and comfort, both are chic and pragmatic, with the tuxedo flat exuding a slightly masculinized flair. Each style is marvelously versatile, a chameleon adroitly adapted for most textures, patterns, and colors. For the last two or so years, I have regularly worn my leopard print tuxedo flats, with denim, chinos, maxi skirts, and disappointed to say that, naturally, they are beginning to wear slightly. Shamefully, I admit that they have also started to tint my feet a grimy black after wearing them for any extended period of time; not attractive. I am wishing I had had the foresight at the time to purchase two identical pairs, since the leopard so appropriately partners with much in my closet, but, alas, now I can only shake my fist in frustration at my myopic thinking. Luckily, hopefully, enough designers and enough stores agree with me, that tuxedo flats are and should be a staple, so I will be able to easily replace this pair. I think a red suede would work quite nicely.
Monday afternoon work soundtrack: Until the Quiet Comes Flying Lotus
(image taken from A Well-Traveled Woman)