Ah, espadrilles. They’re the Blanche DuBois of summer shoes. Beautiful, but a bit flimsy to wear outside of a St Tropez dream sequence from Ab Fab. Walk around in them and you feel as if you’re wearing a pair of lovingly mashed up brown paper bags that could disintegrate without warning. Still, if you want a piece of summer footwear that’s purely decorative, and your half-mules look as if they need to be put down, you could do worse than a pair of these. Very “disgraced billionaire tycoon, evading tax on his last remaining yacht”, if that’s the look you’re after.
