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Men in Heels
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They parade up and down the catwalk, lithe young males, hair cropped close to the skull, in clothes I might find in my own closet, though in shades a tad too muted for my taste, business suit grays & ivy league blues. Capelets drape over schoolboy jackets with vests beneath, topping accordion skirts, pencil skirts, dirndl skirts. A sleek shantung sheath, stretched over sinewy pecs, particularly held my eye.
How medieval that I've never mused a man to be wearing heels unless he was in drag. Only one son looked even remotely comfortable walking in an aberration of a standard issue black oxford with its slim 3-inch inverted pylon of a heel, not quite stiletto but still less than sensible. He strolled with fledgling confidence while the others wobbled precariously along the white marble floor. I covet his knee-length double-breasted coatdress with the flirty pleated hem. But I'd prefer it in flamingo pink I think.
