commuting

When I lived in New York for a hot minute, commuter shoes (i.e., tennis shoes to be worn solely for the long walk to work) were, admit it or not, very much a thing. Upon moving to LA, you would think the idea of a replacement shoe for one's commute would be lost on individuals whose culture is based on the very premise that hopping in the car to go a block (see LA Story) is normal and acceptable behavior.  And you would be wrong. Little known fact: Driving in heels is unpleasant and, depending on the platform, also potentially unsafe. Thus, the need for the switch.

I must admit that there was a time when I would have just toughed it out. I would have never been caught dead making the switch, cab or no cab. Car or no car. Beauty is pain, or whatever. But here in LA the switch is altogether too easy, what with the portable closet/dressing room that is your car. So, I will admit it: Like many closeted Los Angelinos before me, I have embraced the commuter shoe - which I have more appropriately (and chicly) re-dubbed the "driving" shoe (thank you Prada). Go ahead, judge me. I have also embraced air-dried hair and non-made-up skin, if that helps. You see, the joy I get from hopping in the car and peeling my foot out of those arched soles at the end of a long work day will make up for it.

jacket: ICB / dress: Helmut Lang (similar here) / sneakers: Isabel Marant / booties: Dolce Vita (on sale here) / bag: Prada / bracelets: Jada Fine Jewellery