„Why don’t you come along“, my friend Miriam said last week, and so we sat at Berlin’s Huxleys Neue Welt on Friday evening, waiting together for Miranda July to talk about her new book The First Bad Man. It was a fabulous reading, that July deftly steered away from the self-indulgent interviewer, and we could’ve stayed for another few hours to listen to that wonderfully weird, honest and empathic woman. Afterwards we headed to a bar, one more drink, then home ot our families. Just as we ordered, I got a text from Okka: „Are you watching the news?“
So I totally wanted to do this post in October. Remember October? Freakishly warm weather, lots of sun, happy days.
But then other things keep moving to the top of the to-do-list and now it’s the end of November, which means it would make so much more sense to write about winter boots.
Except I’m crap at shopping for winter boots, as I am with most items of clothing that are a necessity (you should see the inside of my underwear drawer. Better yet, you shouldn’t.) I don’t like looking for shoes that are practical in the cold, because I don’t like the cold, so by the time I’m ready to concede defeat to winter and run to the shops, everything’s either sold out or too heinous to consider.
So, please, if you have an tips on where to find a good pair of winter boots, tell me.
In the meantime, here are some amazing loafers, and a few reasons why I decided to write about them now.