Pondering style….
Monday, April 28th, 2008I was driving out of the Old Port the other day when a gal strolling down the sidewalk, arm in arm with a very cute fella, caught my eye. It was a gorgeous, sunny early afternoon (one of our first truly warm days of spring) and they were heading into a restaurant, no doubt for a cozy little lunch. Perfect.
Now this gal looked stunning. She really had it together. A gray, subtle plaid jumper, fabulous legs and tall black boots. I think that’s what caught my eye. It was such a simple look, but well put-together and obviously comfortable. And those boots made the perfect finishing touch.
Until she turned to walk into the restaurant. Then I saw them. Those heels. Those dreadful, awful heels! If I said to you, “Gene Simmons,” you’d get the picture. Horrid, wide platforms that might have been cinder blocks for all I knew. These were not cute stacked heels with a 60s retro vibe. Nor were these the kind of platforms that Stevie Nicks adores. At least one could argue they are currently in style, personal preferences aside.
Nope. These had Herman Munster written all over them. I found myself asking, “Where does one even find a pair of boots like that?” I mean, I would be splayed all over the sidewalk if I even tried to ambulate in those things. She gets an A for effort in that department. But other than that, it was truly a fashion “don’t.”
Now, we’ve all had our moments of glory. Trust me, I know. And I shall spare you all of the wretched details. But this moment was truly a let down, because it is always such a treat when you see someone who actually made the effort to look their best and succeed at it.
It’s funny. As I was pondering this, driving along Commercial Street, still very much enjoying the sunshine, a man standing in the bay of a garage of some fish company along the wharf caught my roving eye as I drove past. There he stood, smoking a cigarette, trying to catch some of the warm sunshine in his tired old tee, long shorts and high rubber boots. I just had to chuckle. I love the dichotomy of a place like Portland. And I just love that his boots were, in fact, the perfect finishing touch.





