SHOES WOULDN'T. SNEAKERS DEFINITELY WOULD.

Can I get a WHAAAAT WHAAAAAT for the new Converse campaign?? I'm loving how they've re-branded Converse sneakers to appeal to the party hardy generation. Sneakers no longer must be relegated to the boring and banal: exercise, errands, outdoor activity. With Converse, they've been liberated from the shackles of labels like 'practical' and 'comfy.' Sure, Converse are both of those things. But they're so much MORE, and the new campaign underscores their hip versatility with catch phrases like "shoes buy art, sneakers create it." Now that's what I'm talkin' bout! I'm no sucker for propaganda, but I can totally get behind a movement that calls for sneakers as signature foot gear for artists, innovators, and kids who let out battle cries like "YOLO" before jumping off the roof of their house and into a pool at midnight. A million thanks to Converse and Lookbook.nu for arranging this collaboration! I'm an avid fan of a classic shoe and love the ways in which Converse has chosen to represent itself this season. GET CRAZY.














FROM TOP TO BOTTOM:
Sunglasses - Foster Grant
Flag print top - OASAP
Light wash jacket - GUESS?
Flannel button-down - A&F
Lace-up navy shorts - SHOPPALU
HIGH TOPS THAT KICK ASS - CONVERSE 

This outfit is perfect for a pair of high-top Converse because it's consistent with the Americana aesthetic. Kicks look good on anyone with anything, but a flag print top and flannel button-down feel especially fitting. I wore this ensemble out for a long (and spontaneous) day of random shopping about town with my sis. That's what Converse are all about -- endurance and recklessness. The best decisions ever made are on whim. And what better way to wing it than with sneakers?

I got my first pair of Converse high-tops for my 16th birthday after seeing them on trendy it-girls of the era, like Cory Kennedy and Agyness Deyn. My life drastically changed soon after - maybe not as a direct result of owning the chucks I'd pined after for the months leading up to my birthday, but definitely while they were on my feet (or at least in my closet). No longer was I reserved and insecure; in the summer of 2009, I underwent my first of many adolescent metamorphoses. I was ambitious. Feeling more like the idols I admired through the lens of internet famous party photographers, I chased after my dream lifestyle. I was as silly as any 16 year old with aspirations of the "alternative" variety... I wanted a feature in Nylon magazine, a Wikipedia article, a fanbase, anything to validate my existence and affirm that my attempts to *be* as cool as I felt inside and looked outside were not in vain. I was your average teenage girl with too much curiosity and not enough reservation, humility, rationale. But maybe I didn't need it. Maybe had I fostered more mature goals for myself, I never would have become the person I am today. And it's crazy to think that a pair of shoes gave me the initial confidence boost I needed to spark the chase. Converse isn't kidding... shoes wouldn't. Sneakers definitely would. 

Everything is infinite,

Bebe Zeva