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Up until last week, I never truly embraced my shoe addiction. Growing up, I was the kind of girl who settled for a nice pair of durable sneakers, a fancy pair of kitten heels, and generic of flip-flops. My younger self sincerely believed that anything more was simply frivolous—unnecessary even. While I prided myself on being the very opposite of Carrie Bradshaw, I could not help but marvel at my sister’s inclination to buy and keep buying, pair after pair, by the month.
Pretty soon, our shared ceiling-to-floor shoe rack was jammed with the most eccentric of feet accessories. Her prized collection included everything from red flats to yellow gladiators. Mind you, she and I are seven years apart. As the older one, I like to think of myself as the incredibly late bloomer.
If I had to pinpoint my coming of age—my right of passage into the often-misunderstood world of shoes—it would have to be fashion week, spring semester of my junior year at NYU. Boarding school taught me the necessaries: Tory Burch flats, Hunter boots, Jack Rogers sandals, and fancy heels here and there. Fashion week? Well, let’s just say Lincoln Center was my Aladdin complete with a magic carpet ride. It opened my eyes to a whole new world. As incredibly basic as it sounds, I learned that shoes do, in fact, elevate the very essence of look. They have the uncanny ability to manipulate an outfit. Laid back? A pair of athleisure-embracing Nike Frees will do. More put-together? Sergio Rossis. Definitely Sergio Rossis.
Since my epiphany, I’ve been slowly curating my personal assortment by the pair. In case you’re wondering what I’m currently coveting, I’m on the lookout for a killer pair of mules. I think they’re the perfect way to welcome fall weather, don’t you?
Photograph via Amsterdam Fashion