I’VE ALWAYS hated dress shoes and, while it lasted, the professional obligation to submit to their sadism.
Like many men, I used the pandemic to banish those Italian-leather C-clamps from my closet—and wear nothing but considerate sneakers.
But once my office life in Manhattan resumed, that day-in-day-out sneaker rut began to feel schlubbly.
I craved more formality.
I did not crave pain.
Persons:
I’VE
Locations:
Manhattan