An Unlikely Alliance

While I often enjoy playing sports my skill leaves much to be desired. On the field I find myself tripping over the thought of tripping over my own feet. This has always been a trait of mine. While my reflexes are sharp- my arms soon learned that stairs were too complicated a concept for my feet to understand- this ability to catch myself before I fall has never translated into anything substantial on the turf. To my own amusement, and the chagrin of my teammates I continue to accept offers when they are apprehensively given.
Inspite of all this I have developed a fondness for sneakers. It first started when I saw my favorite blogger, Ivania Capiro of  LOVE AESTHETICS, donning a new pair of running shoes she had surprisingly incorporated into her everyday look. I was curious, but did not take action. Instead I allowed it to mull in my head, and when walking down the streets of New York I took notice more often of awesomely put together sneaker ensembles.
Until one morning as I was running quite late out the door I grabbed a pair of maroon nikes I had gotten at a clothing swap my friend had organized. At the moment I wasn't sure what possessed me but I grabbed my hat and a khaki coat and ran out the door. After photographing this outfit I see its creation not to be a complete happenstance but a result of the gestation of too many images on too many street style blogs. Most 'fashion conscience' and non-concerned alike will unabashedly admit to a fascination and jealously of what appears to be the effortlessly cool stylings of the French women who breeze through life from one fashion tent to another. My core/aura is a casual-mess I have no real hope of giving off such an effortless vibe. But I can say without explicit intention that may have been what I was most influenced by. I somehow felt pulled together by a pair of sneakers. The amusement of it all may be the most delightful part.
It's funny to think how much we can pull out of such small moments of our lives. Because, of course, we are all making this shit up as we go. I now find myself, however, in a very serious predicament. Without any real funds to spare I am desperately lusting after a pair of black and gold adidas sambas. The awkward ten year old, new to the soccer field, still lives on inside me and she wants some funky shoes to spunk up her step.