I won’t be offending any New Englanders when I say we are hopeless when it comes to warm weather dressing. While the meager amount of summer sun may be an excuse for our incompetence, it still doesn’t make the streets any prettier. If girls aren’t tarting up for these brief moments of good weather (step away from the plastic wedges), they’re strolling along the Charles in those sweatpants with the big letters across the derrière. Add the paler-than-pale white skin and the puritanical attitudes towards grooming and well, it’s not the French Riviera.
But I have to wonder: if every Beantown girl had a pair of these slinky Stuart Weitzman sandals, would this city be a happier place? Thin and strappy, there’s plenty of curb appeal, while the flat sole suggests a walk through Boston Common, drinks on the waterfront, or just a trip to the grocery store with dignity.
A little summer sandal that could go anywhere, and with anything–except those sweatpants. Perfect.