Molly Bloom knows style

When I was in Paris I saw lots of fringe suede moccasins. “Dear god, do not let this cross the Atlantic,” I thought. And here they are, mocking me. Brown, suede, fringed; booties or full-on cross-laced knee-length. People are wearing moccasins up and down Valencia Street. Gah.

Part of my aversion to suede moccasins is my distaste for unstructured shoes. But mostly it’s because they remind me of this guy who my best friend’s headbanger sister hung around in 1984. And I hated his shoes even then. However I will completely cop to owning these loafer mocs in white that summer.