We have all met those people, mostly men, let’s be honest, who are obsessively obsessive about their “trainers”. I am not one of those people at all. I still call “trainers” “sneakers” and I like cool onces because I like them and I wear them until they are mega dirty and stinky. My sneaker love goes nowhere near the level of care and OCD that most true sneaker freaks pride themselves on with their “collections”. Luckily, I have dated my fair share of the freaks, and their love runs deep and dedicated… to their trainers. One boyfriend set an alarm for 4am on Thanksgiving so he could wake up to order Air Jordan special editions from Finish Line. Who cares if I need sleep to cook a freaking turkey all day for you and the family? Let’s get you those over priced sneakers buddy. I am not using the word “freak” as an exaggeration here.
Enough about BFs past, my thankfulness to fashion for embracing the sneaker again is vast. Phoebe Philo is soley responsible for this occurrence with her appearance on the runway in Nike Air Maxs. It suddenly made it acceptable for fashionistas to rest their bunions and throw on a pair of Stan Smiths or Air Force Ones. My sneaker preference runs toward classics with a twist. Such as Jeremy Scott Adidas with wings, high top Chuck Taylors with platforms or New Balance in acid rave colors. I recommend finding the fit most comfortable with your foot and the most flattering silhouette to your leg and your wardrobe preferences. My only request is only wear your sneakers with shorts or trousers… except for vans style slip ons or converse chucks. Any chunky sneaker looks like a commuter (not in a good way) moment with a dress.
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