"Pedestrian." Such an uninspiring word. "See dull for synonyms." Lacking wit and imagination. Ordinary.
I told my friend that I was going to buy a pair of boots at this season's soldes. (I believe my exact words were, “It’s not a want, it’s a need,” which is often precisely what one says when one doesn’t need something). At any rate, I’m sure this friend imagined something cooler. Sexier. Something sharp and pointy. Something round and slouchy. (Round-toed, slouchy, suede boots with a stacked heel--they're really hot in Paris right now).
My new boots don’t have a stacked heel, or a stiletto heel. They’re flat. (Flat--incidentally, a synonym for dull). So if you choose to call my purchase “pedestrian,” I can’t argue.
I am a pedestrian. I walk everywhere. Several times a week, I trek to the Champion or Monoprix in Saint Germain des Prés, bypassing the grocery stores in my own quartier. I am a people-watcher, and the longer you walk, the more you see.
On cool summer nights, I would walk all the way home from work, from Avenue Montaigne on the Right Bank to the Left Bank’s Latin Quarter, which takes about 45 minutes if you go at a good clip. 45 minutes along the Seine--how preferable is that to a humid sans clime gym? I peruse the closest department store, Le Bon Marché, much more often than the other three department stores in Paris, because the walk there is so lovely.
Thus, the flat boots. They capture a certain fashion spirit that's in the ether, sure, but they’re certainly not trendy. And next season, when the fashion flock is loathe to wear round-toed, slouchy, suede boots, or Fryes, or Uggs (way too late for the Uggs, évidemment), these will still look good.
My friends tease that, when I buy, there’s always a story. This time, the story is: I’ve got a heap of heels I never wear and the people at Monoprix must be sick of seeing me in my converse sneakers, AGAIN. It wasn’t a want. It was a need. I will wear them everywhere. For more than one fashion season. Amen.
P.S. I bought them here:
14, rue de Grenelle