Honestly? I used to think they were kinda… silly. Paying a fortune for *sneakers*? You could get, like, five pairs of decent ones for the price of one of those Golden Goose things, right? But, I gotta admit, they’ve kinda grown on me. Like a weird, fashionable fungus.
First off, the sheer *variety*. Forget your basic white tennis shoe (though, those are *totally* in too, especially if they’re, like, Alexander McQueen and have that chunky sole thing going on). We’re talking metallics, high-tops that scream “I’m too cool for this whole thing,” and retro runners that, tbh, probably cost more than my first car. David Jones has some killer stuff, apparently. And Nordstrom? Don’t even get me started. Gucci sneaks? Whoa.
And see, that’s the thing. It’s not *just* about the comfort (though, admittedly, a well-made sneaker IS comfy). It’s about the *statement*. It’s about elevating your whole dang look. You can wear, like, jeans and a t-shirt, but throw on a pair of Valentino sneakers and suddenly you’re… chic. Or, at least, you *look* like you know what chic is. And isn’t that, like, half the battle?
I mean, sure, *some* of them are probably way overpriced. Let’s be real. You’re paying for the name. You’re paying for the cachet. You’re paying for the feeling you get when someone glances down at your feet and thinks, “Damn, she got *the* shoes.” But sometimes… sometimes that feeling is worth it. You know?
And the thing is, they’re not just a trend, are they? They’ve become, like, a staple. You can dress them up, dress them down. Wear them to brunch, wear them to a meeting (maybe not a *super* serious one, but you get the idea), even… dare I say it… wear them with a dress! (Okay, maybe that’s just me, but I dig it.)
