If you know me well, you know that my closet used to be full of heels. High, colorful, preferably a bit crazy. Porn poles, as Britt Dekker would say. With lightning bolts, hearts, feathers, you name it. Neon yellow Jimmy Choos, pearls from Prada with a four-leaf clover ‘as a heel’. I still enjoy a pair of killer heels from time to time, but somewhere I notice that I am increasingly leaning towards the dark side. Yep, there’s no turning back. I’m getting hooked on sneakers. Walking down the street with my Nikes on. Or New Balance. Adidas. Running shoes from Hoka One One. You know, it just feels so much better (ugh, am I becoming that person?), no wait, correction: it looks cool. That’s it. A kind of ‘je ne sais quoi’ feeling. I-have-thought-about-this-outfit-but-not-really. Since this week, a new kid has been added to the collection. If you’re still looking for a fresh sneaker: the Puma RS-0 Reinvention Trainers is the name you want to remember. Man, these things feel great, it’s not normal. I’ve been dating these white/black/green ones for four days now and every morning they just fly onto my foot, very strange. Anyway. From Prada to Puma. Who would have thought?