I'm 50, and have been on a quixotic, odyssean crusade for the last two decades to find slip ons that don't make me look like the charming, if unfortunate captain of a dilapidated fishing boat in Maine or a woman. I've tried them all - penny loafers, boat shoes, espadrilles, venetian loafers, drivers - none can hold the jock strap this shoe came carefully packaged in. If you get too close to them in the closet, they will put themselves on. If you wear them in front of the wrong audience, look out for flying panties. If you have sons with big feet, guard them, because these shoes have more rizz than anything Gen whatever can muster. No cap.
I wore them in costa rica and was immediately accepted as the ranking capuchin in Manuel Antonio. Scarlett Macaws landed on my shoulder. Sloths actually ran to be near me.