Jean-Paul Sartorialist and Simone DeBoringWear: A Love Story

by anna on April 3, 2009

The thing about Anna and Mr. Right-Click was, that for all they had in common, there were those ways in which they seemed to come from different planets. Their tastes in clothing, for example, could not have been more opposite. Anna’s style was sedate–WASPy, even, though in recent years, time and the complication of spit-up had led to some changes from the khakis and J.Crew dress shirts she had favored in her youth. Her style now was somewhere between what Blue Bee Clothing in Santa Barbara calls “California Lifestyle,” and what she called Straight-Up Suburban Mommywear, and though she might wear overpriced t-shirts and jeans, she was too fearful to delve into the more fashionista of choices she might have seen in the Savvy section of Nordstrom. If she could have fit into them in the first place.

And where Anna might choose jewelry that was more boring even than her clothing: the same pair of stud earrings every day, along with a wedding ring, watch, and the occasional–very occasional–necklace or bracelet, Mr. Right-Click would lament his somewhat limited choices in jewelry, as a man, and yearn for her to choose something more bling-y, some yellow gold, just once, just for him. And though he had his cufflinks and diamond wedding ring, he longed for the day that tie clips came back into fashion, and tried to soothe his inner need for flash with those clothing caprices that were still allowed to him. And mostly, as a successful professional, the leeway for Mr. Right-Click’s fashion experimentation could only be found in his choice of shoes.

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Mr. Right-Click was a man who wore shoes that forced people to choose sides.

He wore shoes that people could not gloss over. Not every day, not for all situations–but on those occasions where he wanted an extra kick, he wore the shoes and would claim that people complimented every time. And perhaps they did, but couldn’t that be because these shoes assaulted you, forced you to take a stand? Surely there existed also a silent majority that despised the shoes–it was only the ones who loved them who stood up and were counted. Those who spoke had wrestled with their feelings on the shoes, decided they liked them, and–what’s more–liked him for wearing them. This was why they said things like, “I like those shoes,” with resignation, as if to dispel, in that moment, every last smidgen of doubt from their minds, having ultimately resolved that yes–against all reason–they endorsed the shoes.

And perhaps Mr. Right-Click was right to argue that people saw the shoes and figured that he must be successful, to be wearing such shoes! One man had even said, “Good for you, for wearing those shoes in this economy!” So maybe they were impressed, instead of fearful that, as had been suggested by Anna’s brother, if they did not admire the shoes, Mr. Right-Click would pull out a tommy-gun from his overcoat and reenact a scene from The Untouchables. Because it could not be denied that the one other time in Anna’s life that she had seen someone wearing these shoes, that person had been Jack Nicholson, and though she thought it odd at the time, she had easily resigned herself to it. “Well, he’s Jack Nicholson,” she had observed, as if that explained everything. Maybe the man made the shoes, rather than the shoes making the man.

And maybe, just the same, there were people who saw the shoes and thought, “Well, he’s Mr. Right-Click.” And, as was the case with Jack Nicholson, that was all the explanation that they needed.

{ 7 comments }

weezy April 3, 2009 at 6:47 am

Love the shoes!

Kerry April 3, 2009 at 7:26 am

Okay, I am sort of worried now. I fear that one of those hate blogs may do a post on how Anna at ABDPBT has completely humiliated her man by posting a photo of these shoes. I mean, it’s not on par with pooping in the bathtub…but, well, it’s…something. I don’t know what.

But then, I have three pairs of Crocs, and today I saw a post on SimpleMom that infected me with both the desire and the permission I needed to buy more of them. This almost certainly disqualifies me from commenting on anyone’s footwear.

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anna April 3, 2009 at 7:29 am

Mr. Right-Click read and approved this post. Because you see, he finds nothing humiliating about the shoes.

ktwv April 3, 2009 at 8:04 am

I have always loved those shoes. Of course, I still have – and wear – my saddle oxfords from middle school.

xo

Snakey April 3, 2009 at 8:13 am

I like those shoes the way I like polka dots: I know it’s wrong, that they violate some universal rule of aesthetics first discerned many moons ago, when blogging was done on clay tablets and animal hides… but I cannot help it.

J. April 3, 2009 at 2:07 pm

Well, my fashion choices are definitely questionable, but I love the shoes and could probably fall hard for a guy with guts enough to wear them. My hubby has a pair of snake skin demi-boots with Cuban heels that he used to wear when we went clubbing, so sartorially, we’re a good match.

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The Lawyer Mom April 7, 2009 at 6:13 pm

I wear clogs most of the time so . . . I really can’t say anything against Mr. Right Click.

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