I bought a pair of white creepers about 8 weeks ago (or so Instagram says) and I was convinced my feet were gonna wear the shit outta them. You see, I do this thing with all of my shoes: I buy them, wear them till I or they get sick, move on to the next pair, rinse and repeat.
There hasn’t been a pair I bought in the last 5 years which did not meet this fate. I pictured myself wearing them with a pair of ripped boyfriend jeans. Or leather pants. But 8 weeks later and I have only worn them a grand total of… THREE TIMES. And in Daniel Shoe Metrics plus 2 months, that’s weak. Very weak.
The first time I wore them was to a dinner, so they were hidden away under the table for most of the night and none of my very fashion forward friends got to see, comment or call me crazy. The second was the last time I was on Malta Llejla. Not my brightest idea now that I’m thinking about it. I should have known they always make me show my shoes on TV. The other time was at Flamingo. More on that… Never. Don’t ask.
I met a girl friend for lunch last week and I decided to take the white creepers out for a spin. I hadn’t given up on them just yet… That is until my friend saw them. She hated them. And to add insult to injury, she thought I’d hate them too very soon. We agreed to disagree cos we respected each other’s taste. And they were white! Patent leather with a monk strap! And a friggin’ wedge!
But that begs the question… Why wasn’t I wearing them 24/7 like all the other shoes?
Then it dawned on me. I wasn’t wearing them because of other people’s taste, namely Malta’s stereotypical hate towards white shoes. If my friend didn’t like them… Who knows how it’d go down with the average non-fashion Maltese folk. You see the thing with Malta and fashion is that (most) people instantly dismiss something they wouldn’t wear as ‘bad’, or worse, bad taste.
But what exactly is taste? And who decides what’s good and what needs to hit the bin? Some argue that taste in fashion is instinctive – you know if something attracts you or repulses you instantly. What you like, I might hate and vice versa. Example: I loved my socks and sandals venture, others hated it, some changed their minds. Not all of us might like sushi but we can agree that it’s not bad food. And that we don’t all eat it the same way. You know what I mean? It’s the same with taste and style.
If fashion is the item in question and style is what you personally do with it (cos style is personal), then taste comes in the form of the trial and error journey that flexes the muscle that is style. If anything we should celebrate people taking risks. Sure sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t. But the bottom line is – it’s yours.
As for my white creepers… I’ll keep challenging myself and the Maltese taste level by wearing them whenever I can. I might get a few stares and lose a game or two down the road. But I know I’m gonna win the league.