If there was an award for most obvious product choice of the year here on Proper it’d surely be this post. But sometimes you’ve got to stop trying to look like you’re onto the next big thing and just say “Here are some nice shoes. I like them very much.”
So that’s what I’m doing.
Having recently attended the Clarks ‘do’ arranged by Oi Polloi in Manchester, I’m still smarting from the fact I turned up not wearing my Clarks. If Vybz Kartel had turned up and seen me wearing Nikes and not Clarks, I’m sure they’d have been displeased. Then I expect they’d have written a song about the whole experience before uttering something both derogatory and indecipherable (to my ears).
Sorry, my imagination ran away with me there.
It was a strange thing though. I’ve got an ace old pair of Wallabee Lites, which as far as I know aren’t available anymore. They’re ace. I almost wore them but decided it might appear a little ‘try hard’ to turn up to an event devoted to Clarks shoes in Clarks. How wrong I was. Everyone but me was sporting Clarks. Even my Mrs was wearing a pair of Desert Rain and she doesn’t know her arse from her elbow, shoe-wise. Needless to say I did what any self respecting shoe appreciator would do in those circumstances. I went to eat a Lebanese meal. It wasn’t very good.
The array of Clarks struck me though. Few brands are able to traverse cultural and social boundaries quite the way Clarks have. The event the other night centred on a new book called Clarks in Jamaica, which you can read about here.
Before you do that though, take a look at these Wallabees and put aside some of your festive fivers to treat yourself to perhaps the greatest shoe ever made.
More from Clarks Originals.
And to see the various types of Wallabees (including various relations of the Wallabee family) click here.