Loafers? For your feet? Groundbreaking.

But honestly, I really fucking love a loafer and I don’t mind how basic that sounds. I have daytime loafers—flat shoes for the subway that you don’t have to even bend over to slip on. And I have pinchy-ass shoe-horned evening loafers so I can walk into a party like I’m walking onto a yacht.

Here are some I like

I love the idea of these, but maybe after the first time you wear shell loafers everybody’s like hi Ariel! and you can’t shake it.

Those second-row ruby slippers seem perfect for a man who has ideas above his station, especially with a red sock, like a long loafer-y boot. They don’t come in my size so I guess I’ll be painting my feet red?

Michael Scanlon took his convertible Loewe’s to the beach. I can’t think of anything more aspirational.

I bought these and wore them once round my house, and missed the returns window, and now I’m selling them on ebay.

The green ostrich leather is chef’s kiss, but could I ever have a relaxed night out in £3k shoes? Feel like I’d be worrying about the £3k shoes the whole time. You can’t get the night bus in £3k shoes, can you?

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