FASHION
What did I wear on the front row in Paris? My £85 luxury Crocs
Once the shoes you slipped on to put the bins out, Crocs are now officially a thing. About time too, says fashion editor Harriet Walker
The Times
In Milan, fashion is a religion. Perhaps that is why the sharply dressed nonna in the Piazza della Scala is staring as though I am the Antichrist. It is the golden hour of passeggiata — on a Friday evening during Fashion Week — a ritual that sees the city’s many wardrobe worshippers don their most elegant looks simply to stroll its streets, and I am wearing a pair of Crocs.
She clearly hasn’t realised that the hole-punched plastic clogs on my feet are the front-row version, rather than the regular gardening or dog-walking variety. These Crocs aren’t the ones you put on to take out the bins or to pad around the edge of the swimming pool avoiding verrucas. They are the result of a