👞 Men… Sandals only if your name is Menelaus and you’re off to rescue Helen of Troy. Thanks.

There’s a very thin line — razor thin — between freedom and visual offense.

And that line… is called the male sandal.

Let’s get one thing straight:

I have nothing against your feet.

Really. I respect a man who considers pedicures a sacred ritual.

But unless your name is Menelaus and you’re launching a thousand ships toward Troy,

no sandals. Just no.

Why?

Because every time you show up to an evening cocktail in those toe-baring contraptions,

a little piece of elegance dies inside.

Exceptions? Yes:

• At the beach. (And even then, keep it minimal. Neutral tones. No glitter. Please.)

• At the spa.

• Shipwrecked on a Greek island with breathtaking views — maybe.

Where it’s a NO:

• First dates.

• Dinner in the city.

• Your niece’s baptism.

• The office.

• When it rains. (It’s not fashion if your toes go splash.)

Bonus tip:

Sandals with socks?

Even Menelaus — buried in golden armor — wouldn’t forgive that!!!

Bottom line:

If you really can’t resist the call of open-air toes…

Invest in lightweight linen loafers. Elegant. Breezy. Quiet.

No visual trauma and — plot twist — they go great with a functioning brain.

And remember:

Style isn’t about how much skin you show.

It’s about how much taste you reveal.

Silvia