Tuesday, June 22, 2010
I’m always amazed when clogs resurface as a fashion trend. Noisy, uncomfortable, clunky—clogs are downright ugly if you look at them for more than a second. They’re an affront to any finely trained gait and make women walk like donkeys instead of thoroughbreds. Men both straight and gay cringe at the sight and sound of them. Clump-slide, clump-slide. My most recent argument for not wearing clogs? The kilt-clad hoofers at the Olympics’ opening ceremony in Vancouver: Plump, hairy, and pierced one and all— who could tell the girls from the boys?
I do remember one clog moment that I didn’t find utterly offensive: during the ’90s, when Dansko horse clogs were the perfect complement to the longish, loose-cut CDG and Yohji Yamamoto dresses people were wearing.