We’ve all made asses of ourselves. I tend to do it quite often. So often, in fact, that it’s now my “thing.” But now, Marloes ten Bhömer allows us a chance, not to cure foot-in-mouth syndrome, but to make sure we at least look cool while our traps are closed. They may not be Louboutins, but they certainly are eccentric. And in a world of Botoxed and veneered clones, who doesn’t want to be different?