That's not the real name of these shoes. They're called "Bikers", which is ridiculous, as they're completely unsuitable for any sort of two-wheeled activity, but they're f'ing gangbusters for absolutely everything else.
I bought my first pair in 2006 when I wanted some stage combat shoes that I could flit around in with some support without feeling like my twinkle toes were encased in concrete blocks. They've been everywhere with me since. There's sand nestled in that first pair from every beach on the West Coast, Seattle to San Diego.
I'm firmly convinced that all girls of sufficient badassery should own multiple pairs of these. At casual glance, they're demure as can be, right up until they kick your ass...sound like anyone you know? I have to be on about my third pair of these suckers in three years, and that's just counting the black ones. They don't fall apart, it's just that I wear them all the time.
My chosen model is a little different from the ones pictured at left--they've got the same sneaker base, but a mesh, fishnet-looking top and two zigzag straps across the middle of each foot. They're go-anywhere, do-anything kicks. Slip them on with your swingy cocktail dress when you're planning a bender and worried about walking as far as the train station. Strap in after sliding into your favorite jeans and hit the ballpark. And yes, they're good for rapier-dagger work, too.
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