As if Topshop needs YET another endorsement from insignificant, just-another-consumer me. I also don’t pass on tips because I’m just not well-equipped to imbue any sort of knowledge and of course because fashion ain’t supposed to be maths. However, when a shoe revelation hits you, I feel I’m sort of duty-bound to pipe up.
In all my 3 inch heel plus, platform shoe buying days, I’ve only ever found that Miu Miu have served me the best when walking. I can walk for miles and miles until a dull ache sets in but it is merely a very dull ache. Let’s say for a night out from about 5pm onwards, trekking from Holborn to Covent Garden to Soho and then up home back up North with the night ending at 3am, it’s all pretty much A-ok. Albeit with a fair bit of sitting down involved at dinner/bar/pub/whatever.
However, if ever there was a heel walkability chart, the underdog has gone in there and sniped Miu Miu’s crown. It’s the shoe equivalent of Leona Lewis knocking out Mariah Carey in the Billboard charts (I think it was actually the other way round…. apologies for not having kept up with femme power balladists chart movements….). Topshop’s square toed multi-strapped platform heels which from the pic don’t look too high but do have a good 3 and a half inch heel falsely warned me that they might be difficult to walk in with it’s angled platform.
However, I just walked…and walked…and….um….kept walking…
The day has now been extended to starting at midday and includes copious amount of shopping in the East End’s uneven pavements as well as the whole Soho/Central thang. It involves skipping, brisk pacing and better dancing than the previous Miu Miu shuffle. A 12 hour plus day is possible with these. Yes, you can Touch your Body all you want but I’m prancing along with these Bleeding Hearts on (ok, I’ll stop the femme ballad comparison…)
I discovered all this through the black patent ones which aren’t on sale anymore and I curse the day that I didnt’ snap up the GRURPLE patent ones too. However, the salmon pink leather ones are tempting with safer options in black or cream. A navy patent would be sublime and in them, I might even do that annoying Carrie Bradshaw end of episode ‘I have my silver Manolos on that I hideously made a friend pay for’ skip, wearing some hot pink socks, rolled up, belted-up man’s trousers, and a soft loose tri-blend grey jersey t-shirt tucked in.