When Jane Belfry sent me a message saying that she’s been wearing loafers since the snow melted in her hometown of Minneapolis, I breathed a tremendous sigh of relief. Although my closet functioned as a veritable secondhand store for my roommates, friends, and acquaintances alike during college, I balked momentarily when SLU asked me to let Jane Belfry walk a mile in my shoes for the inaugural installment of Second Skin. Jane is such a modern bombshell – curled hair, red lips, spike heels and all – that I had to fight the urge to apologize for dressing her in my self-proclaimed “man-pants,” frayed Harvard tee and boyfriend’s vintage Pendleton, but in the end, it turns out that my suede Ferragamo flats weren’t the total burden I imagined they’d be for her.