Camper slashes 30% off its iconic bubble heeled sandals that are perfect for summer weddings
If there's one thing the fashion set loves more than almost anything else, it's a quirky and unusual shoe. You just need to look at the success of Loewe's unusual footwear designs, which span from cracked egg heels to inflatable balloon-like straps to know that an unusual pair of shoes can be the secret to nailing fashion in a fun but still stylish way.
One brand who also manages to toe that line between silly and stylish is Camper, with the Mallorcan footwear brand known for blending comfortable, practical (sometimes verging on orthopedic) footwear with playful, lighthearted designs. And none of their collections do that quite as well as the Kobarah Heels, which are now on sale with 30% off, slashing the price from £120 to £84.
Immediately identifiable by their snaking, bubble-like design that looks something between a balloon animal and a sports trainer, the Kobarah heels are actually super easy to wear – and we don't just mean comfort wise. Whilst a quirky shoe might be a bit of a styling sticking point for some, they couldn't be easier to fit into your outfits.
Take a summer wedding, for example; you could just as easily wear them with a flowing midi dress in a complementary colour as you could with a colourful trouser suit depending on your style. You can also style them with some wide leg jeans, or even sporty separates like Adidas' track-style shorts of the summer for a more casual occasion.
There's also so many different colours to choose from, you'll have no issue finding the right ones to integrate into your wardrobe. The Kobarah heels come in everything from neutrals like black, khaki, navy and white, to bolder, more colourful shades like bubblegum pink, orange and yellow, with 15 different colours in total to pick from.
As well as looking great, they're also designed with Camper's traditional comfort in mind, so they're lightweight, cushioned and easy to walk in. They're also made from fully recyclable materials, making them a sustainable choice too.
If the snake-inspired design of Camper's Kobarah heels is a little too avant garde for you, you could pick up the flat sandal version for £79 at Free People. There's also some other alternatives with the same quirky, bubble-inspired style, but with a slightly more subtle design.
The Sara Mules from JW Pei are available for £89, and have a sleeker kitten heel, with a similar twisting puffy strap around the foot. Similarly, the Yume Yume Gray Love Mules are down to £194 from £340, and have a padded strap with a sculptural silver heart-shaped heel.
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