I overheard a bloke in the lift misquote Nathan Barley this morning.
“Hahahah, like, completely Mexican, hahahahah“, he said. I looked at the floor.
It’s easy to get things wrong. I mean, I don’t. Never. I never, ever get things wrong. Unless, I’m bored. Occasionally, I do something deliberately wrong, you know, to catch the rest of the world out. Just to see if they’re paying attenshun.
These shoes are doing nothing wrong. I’ve been looking for a loafer with a flat, chunky sole for a long time. These are about the most not wrong versions I’ve seen. Or the rightest, if you’d rather.
Most chunky tread loafers I’ve seen, and it’s not a lot, seem to come from high-end, fash-fash houses. You know, nuclear-priced, wispy Italian leather (totally unsuitable for the UK’s climate), gaudy-detail and designed by an old queen in Sardinia, in between seaweed firming treatments, flagons of fizz and pool-boy buggery.
These however, are by good old Oliver Spencer. Called the Zig Zag loafer; the onboard features include, grain leather upper, boat shoe-style tassel and lacing and a toothsome tread, like the mouth-parts of a fucking monstersaurus.