After Party

Matt Horan, where have you been all my life? I can recall numerous Saturday nights that go like this: It’s last call, the bar is closing and my feet are killing me after hours of dancing. But I still have to trudge to the subway in my 4-inch heels, wait an eternity (standing) for the train to come, and then walk the remaining half-mile home—and all the while I’m kicking myself for choosing fashionable over functional footwear.

Matt Horan, where have you been all my life?

I can recall numerous Saturday nights that go like this: It’s last call, the bar is closing and my feet are killing me after hours of dancing. But I still have to trudge to the subway in my 4-inch heels, wait an eternity (standing) for the train to come, and then walk the remaining half-mile home—and all the while I’m kicking myself for choosing fashionable over functional footwear.

Apparently, Horan knew girls like me. It’s what prompted him to develop Rollasole, an $8 pair of flats club-goers can buy in a vending machine. Check out his innovative concept here.

With any luck, the shoe dispensers will make their way to New York soon. My feet need them.

The December 2024 Issue

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