I’ve long held tight to my love of rubber flip flops. I remember the first day I bought a pair of Havaianas. I was 16, in Bahia with one of my best friends for Carnaval, and my footwear just wasn’t cutting it. I had blisters and a bad attitude. Quickly, my girlfriend’s cousin came to the rescue, letting me know that my crankfest was a direct result of not owning the mushiest, most comfortable of Brazilian footwear: a pair of Havaianas.
As soon as I put them on, I was sold. Squishy clouds of amazeballs under my feet, and my cranky pants were put back inside my suitcase for the duration of the trip.
This year at Festival, it was the first year that my prefered footwear choice fell short. I mostly went barefoot, but next year will have to find a different solution. Some Vibram 5Fingers, perhaps?
Photos by Aarron from FOATography!