006: back in the saddle
the return of the Gucci loafer
Calling something an investment piece is completely pretentious, however this is one of my favorite ways to justify luxury purchases to myself. “I can always sell it,” “It holds its value,” or my personal favorite, “It’s for my future child—think of the children!” This is typically cope, but with the Gucci Loafer I feel confident my stock has vested.
I moved to New York in the Summer of 2016 during the height of Gucci loafer-dom. If I had a dollar for every horsebit I saw on 5th Avenue during my afternoon walk from the office to Sweetgreen, I wouldn’t have to work anymore. The loafers always seemed to be on the feet of women with perfect hair wearing vintage Levis cut at the hem and crisp white shirts with some type of classic with a twist feature like an open tie back or unbuttoned just enough to drape off the shoulder. Cool girls.
If it’s a sin to covet, baby send me to hell. At the time, I thought my life would be infinitely better if I could walk in those loafers to buy my overpriced desk salad. I needed to be one of them, to join the band of horses.
I hadn’t felt such a strong desire for an item since 7th grade when I saw Lindsay Lohan in Teen Vogue wearing a rainbow heart Dooney & Bourke bag, which I eventually bought at the mall with a birthday check from my grandparents–my first investment.