Women, unwittingly, are forced to have an opinion about high heels. It’s a social expectation we contend with - that being tall and lean equates beauty - so clamour onto those stilts and lengthen your legs, we're told. Consciously (or not) we must respond to the question: Do I want to master walking unnaturally?
Of course those women unwilling to entirely eschew the expectation have found ways around it - we carry flats in our bags, piggy back each other home and who could forget the beloved WEDGE!
Numerous are our coping mechanisms for the high heel; exponentially so are our opinions around high heel culture (if I may call it that). For example, I carry some strong ones. If I start a night in high heels, I'm ending my night in them. No flats for me, regardless of the amount of vigorous dancing that ensues. I can't break up my outfit! It's a wholly personal choice.
On the scales of fashion versus functionality, where does a woman find her balance?
As part of Pret, I work with women as a wardrobe stylist. At the beginning of our work together I send each client a questionnaire to help me better understand her priorities and lifestyle. The responses to one question are always hilarious and a great illustration of the highly personal approach women take towards footwear.
Without further adieu... "High heels make me feel:
Sexy when I’m still. Out of control when I’m moving.
My calves look great, but I can’t kick ass if need be
Like an elephant in a china shop.
Sexy. Oppressed. Off Balance.
I’ve worn them once.