I understand the impulse.
We all want to subvert “The Wedding.” The institution is outmoded and the industry surrounding the event is parasitic. So the temptation is to rebel, to add the odd detail which says I Don’t Take This Pageantry Seriously.
But I’ve seen Cons at so many nuptials now that they’ve become the norm. More than that, they’re an improvement on the norm. Tuxedo shoes are flimsy and overly shiny. You can’t wear them with anything other than a tuxedo—which I guess is the point.
But Converse are fairly versatile, and comfy! especially when you have to stay standing for long periods of time, like ceremonies and reception lines and photos and dances. I’ve seen state senators take the oath of office wearing them. And observe how the white accents the black, looking for all the world like a pair of spats. My opinion? It works. It’s actually a version of formal wear. Because the newness of a fresh pair of Chucks always stands out. Maybe it’s just my generation, but that’s an occasion in its own right. That rubber only stays white for a day or so.
So when do we reach the tipping point? When does it, ironically, become tradition? When does the kid whose father got married wearing Chucks say, “By God, if they were good enough for Dad…” Kids grow up seeing the wedding photos on the wall.
My back-of-the-envelope calculation says we’re already there. You figure Kurt Cobain, who popularized black Chucks, got married in ‘92. The baby on the cover of Nevemind is 19 years old. So we’re due, right?