THE BAR SHOE
So let’s be real, the internet is chalk full of shoes to wear to office, shoes to wear to weddings, shoes to wear to interviews, shoes to wear to Pitti. The internet would have you believe that a mirror shine can be found at the bottom of a septic tank. You’re an idiot if your shoe isn’t welted. You’re only as good as your beveled-waste game.
In reality life isn’t clean and it isn’t convenient. Scuffs happen. Spills happen. Weather happens.
Now I’m arguably the hardest person in the world on my clothes and shoes. I buy better so I can worry less. And, really, I seek out that elusive worn-in charm every time I buy something. That said, I know the pain of having a drunk chick puke on your brand new chukkas. And I don’t think anyone’s finding the charm in chunky patina.
Accordingly, a reality check is needed. Everyone needs a pair of shoes they can toss on when they know things are going to get messy. Going to the beach? Walking the dog in a downpour? Going to drink a fifth of tequila and stumble around Southern Mexico? Well you’re certainly not grabbing the Ed Greens for those expeditions. Nor should you.
Enter: The Bar Shoe. The bar shoe is like a best friend: No matter how rough the ride he’ll be there. And he only gets better the more shit you get into. Now I call them “bar shoes” but that doesn’t mean you need to be the abject drunk my mother accuses me of being just to appreciate the utility. Au contraire. Even Mother Teresa had a pair of shit kickers at the back of her closet for when the going got tough.
For some the bar shoe is a boot. For others it’s worn out loafers. However, for my $0.02, the moc is the most natural and obvious choice.
The moc was made for adventuring. Made for being worn in. Made for getting better and more comfortable with age. And with summer right around the corner, it makes for an extremely versatile casual choice. I recently picked up the ones above from Sid Mashburn and I’m already excited to slide them on and break them in.
While it’s great to aspire to the perfect shoe or lust after something with 1,000 tumblr notes, it also pays to stay rooted in reality. Just as no (real) person would have an entire wardrobe of suits without a few t-shirts for the weekend, no one should have a closet exclusively full of spit-shined brogues either.
So, invest in a bar shoe. Wear the hell out of it. And see, sooner than later, that it becomes your go-to choice for the weekends.
Preach on, wellwornwornwell. PREACH!