When you’re a dyed in the wool #menswear snob like me, and a hypocrite to boot - the type that fantasizes about torturing bearded, workwear clad hipster dipshits to death with medieval gadgets - their
onlysin: wearin’ espadrilles when it’s not summer… meanwhile thinking ‘oh damn, that’s my summer shoe, now I’ll have to find something else to differentiate myself from the more plebeian fashion folk’ … you can try to do two things. Either try to not care, but one knows from the get-go that that is an impossibility, orrrr opt for other slippers with more snob appeal. Criteria: something that is difficult buy, more or less handmade, is European (even better if it’s eye-talian), has a rich and fabled history yet with modest beginnings. Ah. Enter the Venetian furlane slippers. As worn by Italian artist Angelo Bucarelli above, photographed by Max Zambelli. Buy the slippers in Venice or on the interwebz, I leave to google for outlets yourselves.
Traditionally worn in the mountains of the Friuli region of Italy, the velvet slipper was a dowry worn by young brides on their wedding day. A jewel in the tradition of the Friulian craft of creating beauty from lowly, everyday materials; from the strings used for hand stitching, to the old bicycle tires used for reinforcing the soles. Sweet little examples of the philosophy of recycling so much in vogue with pretentious white people nowadays. Then adopted by gondoliers and thus later on inevitably by visitors and tourists, from both Italy and abroad. Yours truly wears his burgundy pair in-and-around the house in the summer (click here to learn more about my winter slippers), with denim and knitwear or with linen trousers and a blazer, think comme ci, comme ça.
P.S. funny striped socks are always horrible. As are most horizontally striped shirts.