There is something about espadrilles which says Summer to me. For a start, I have spent part of every August of my life bar one at my parents house in France where these foot apparel are as French as a baguette. I have owned a rainbow of colours over the years, my current ones are navy ones which have developed tufts, holes and lost their rubber sole after much fun and many frolics. I actually think my mum bought these in the French supermarket Super U and I acquired them for my wardrobe.
Sadly, as with so many sartorial relationships, time has come for me to breakup with my classic navies. When going for an update of a staple I like to try and establish a new relationship and mark a new turn if you will. My eyes are on the wonderful tropical patterns found on House of Hackney‘s espadrilles. My rule for this straw footwear is that they can be dirty and tired but never wet, wearing them is a statement of confidence that you are far away from a climate where there is any question of there being rain.