[T]he former HBO series did have some impact on popular culture, to the extent that it’s had some small but measurable effect on women’s shoes, pushing them a notch or two in the direction of sheer frivolity.
Perhaps I spoke too soon, or maybe I have trouble counting notches, because Sarah Jessica Parker, during a New York shoot for the film version of Sex and the City, was spotted wearing these extremely strange boots, possibly clogs with a pituitary problem, footwear for which no one apparently has a kind word. (And no one seems to be able to identify them, either; not even Shoewawa’s famed Ugly Shoes list turned up a reference, and I paged through literally scores of boots at Zappos. The things I go through for you people.) Admittedly, it’s hard to disagree with Jess Cartner-Morley’s assessment of the genre:
[E]very piece I read raving about ankle boots ended with a caveat along the lines of “ankle boots look brilliant on us beautiful people, because they contrast so winningly with our adorable, pipe-cleaner legs, but they look freaking hideous on disgusting size 12 weirdos who need liposuction”.
SJP might actually qualify on the “pipe-cleaner legs” bit, and normally I’d forgive her this sort of lapse in judgment by my reckoning, she’s still got some goodwill left over from L.A. Story but you should see the dress she was wearing at the time: it’s like Björk after a transporter accident.
Oh, I must retract: somebody has kind words for these boots. At the Sun, Bizarre columnist (now that’s a title) Gordon Smart says:
The Biz secretary told me: “If a fella buys me those shoes I’ll marry him no matter who he is.”
In the absence of information to the contrary, I blame Patricia Field.