NEW YORK—All day, people stopped and stared. They gave compliments, or pointed and flashed a thumbs-up. It was the shoes: I was wearing these David Bowie-meets-Johnny Cash boots, exuberantly bright red and shot through with a white lightning bolt and stars. Let me say right off the bat: they are far from the kind of shoes I’d normally wear.
I’ll admit my regular shoe wardrobe consists of fade-into-the-background, don’t-call-for-attention neutral cuts and colors—metallic bronze is as crazy as it gets.