The distressed synthetic leather strap and jute inlay project a sort of Jimmy Buffet–style laissez faire. It’s the sandal one might wear after moving down to Puerto Escondido to live in a beach-side bungalow and operate a surf shop whose hours of operation are: "If I’m here, we’re open. If I’m not, we’re not." This isn’t a sandal for the inexperienced relaxationalist.