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Recent thoughts on non-formal footwear. For formal footwear lacing should be traditional. Running shoes and the like should be functional and ergonomic. With informal footwear lacing can be either. Of course, for those who wear shoes that don't require lacing, either I envy you or I despise you, depending on which category's confines you mainly fall within. (For the strictly limited value which it permissible to despise as a consequence of shoe wearing, which is not much as it goes without saying.)
Wellingtons, galoshes, and work-boots are obviously excluded from this as I would have no wish to ever wear them in anger, so to speak, few are laced, and I don't hate the wearers of them, many of whom are bigger than me and inclined to robust physicality.

But to get back to informal footwear lacing….I recently bought a pair of "Desert Boots" (a style of footwear that has nothing to do with the desert, and which can only be called boot because it barely covers the ankle) in navy blue suede, mainly because the eccentric lacing pattern allowed the upper where the laces meet to overlap; and then as if by magic, they fitted. And it got me thinking about lacing. This is obviously trivial stuff to the young cognoscenti who have been lacing their sneakers (to use the American word) in imaginative and functional ways for some years; but to an old fogey like me it has come as revelation. Of world-shaking import, no doubt. I predict a small beak-out of asymmetrical lacing in Jermyn St, the Burlington Arcade, and maybe even the dizzying heights of St James'. I would be amused to see Lobb doing something like that.

O the times, the mores.
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I've been thinking (always a bad sign) about my sartorial changes. In the two-or-so years since I hung up the battered old biker leather jacket for good (though it had been more than twenty years since I'd ridden a motorbike - but that's all right: the jacket was more than twenty years old too) I gone back to a default of tweed jackets, cotton shirts with double cuffs and links, with various pullovers for the Autumn and Winter months; and retained the black 501's, lace-up shoes etc. Sometimes I wear a waistcoat, tie, and watch-chain. However, in dress as in all things, the devil is in the detail.

But shoes....shoes are the mark of a gentleman, or a cad (or sometimes both). Alas, I cannot hie me down to Lobb's and say to Lobb and  his minions: 'you may shoe me, but first I would you build me of my foot a last.' So I slouch about in footwear more suited to my station, built in sturdy Northamptonshire by Mister Church and family: or at least I did until I enquired about a new pair and found to my horror that my size was no longer catered for even in the custom-order rather expensive fashion that was the only way I could shoe myself comfortably. As an aside I have long, narrow feet, known in the footwear trade as 'broomsticks'. Size 11 (UK) and a 'C' (Church measure which is apparently a normal 'B') width fitting. You'd have thought I wasn't that unusual, really.

So now I finally have to bite the bullet and decide whether I can afford to get a shoe-maker to build me a last. Bugger. Or perhaps a couple of pairs of those insoles that you can get made might enable me to wear something perhaps a trifle more off-the-peg and therefore ill-fitting.

Bah. I know I've been spoiled by having had, through my life, shoes that fit. No doubt I shall hobble into late-middle-age in trainers.

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