New shitkickers by Elisanero. To aid my surviving any impending apocalypse. Awesome.
Unrelated: a small child I know recently asked, “Are you a witch? You only wear scary black clothing.”
Love these shoes. I can’t find them online, but you can find other (equally badass) shoes by the brand at Oak, LuisaViaRoma and Saks.
Sexy, sexy, sexy badass Prima wedges from Surface to Air. I got them yesterday, and immediately started planning out outfits around them. They’re infinitely wearable, both under pants and on their own with skirts. They’ve got a hint of the winkle picker about the front, but with a satisfyingly high heel and those big thick straps to give them just the right touch of sexy super-spy. I can’t wait to bring them out to play.
The girls I work with are occasionally bemused by my taste in day-to-day footwear. Most of the time I’ll stick to ballet flats or classic pumps, but then on occasion I’ll bust out something tall and architectural that propels me well over 6 feet. I don’t think they realise that the craziest of the shoes I own is quite staid when compared to any single one of these beauties made by Chau Har Lee for her graduate collection last year.
Lee won loads of awards for her collection and is currently working at Marloes Ten Bhömer, which seems to me to be a perfect fit. I’m dying to see what comes from her next. I’d be happy to have created something along these lines as a sculpture alone, so to have it be functional is a dream!
My present to myself:
Ok, the ones I got are the Jeffrey Campbell knockoffs, because I am cheap poor a bargain-hunter, but still… so hot! So so so hot! Insanely comfortable, too. I feel like I’m wearing flats when I wear them. Except for the whole seven feet tall thing.
Normal posting will actually return on Friday, once I’ve digested all my Chinese food bc we’ve decided to do that this year instead of stressing.
I found out about this shoot by Madame Peripetie, entitled “Insectarium”, via the Coilhouse blog. Coilhouse is one of my favourite indie magazines, calling itself “a love letter to alternative culture, written in an era where alt culture no longer exists.” It’s very much to my taste, referencing everything from science fiction to art to fetish culture. I’m charmed and inspired by everything I see, and hope they stay afloat long enough to gain ground and show us what else they can come up with. I strongly recommend you go out and check it out. Or look at the blog, to get a sense of what it’s about.
Anyway, this shoot completely captured my imagination. It reminds me of an incredibly overblown take on the editorial Tilda Swinton did for Another Magazine, where she interpreted the idea of the traditional curvy female in a variety of ways. The clothes here and the shoes look like they’re stills from a nightmare, drawn out in ways that morph the human form in new ways. I’d love to see more like this, particularly the shoes. Brings a whole new dimension to the concept of body modification.
Well, smack my ass and call me Stripper Barbie! I’ve found the newest on the list of Impractical Shoes I Will Never Afford Or Wear But Still Bizarrely Covet. It’s coming straight from the hot little design studio of one Charlotte Olympia (surnamed Dellal, sister to Alice, she of the half-shorn head.) The line has a lot of other very cool, intensely covet-worthy shoes, but there’s just something about the ridiculousness of this particular pair that speaks to me. I mean, how best to compliment my mainly black, red and navy wardrobe than with a splash of BRIGHT SCREAMING PINK?! (Actually, I have about three pairs of shoes this colour, so apparently it’s a thing with me. And I wear none of them. Ever. I should work on that.)
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Tragedy! All I want in life right this instant is this gorgeous Mirit Weinstock dress, and Pixie Market is callously, horridly, unthinkably sold out of it!
It would be the perfect addition to my dream wardrobe of all drapey black, all the time, punctuated with flashes of colour. (My coworker remarked to me yesterday that my complete and utter lack of colour that day was a little unnerving– rather like having a random goth lurking about in the dark recesses of our law firm. In my defense, I was wearing an enormity of gold jewelry, so I found additional colour unnecessary.)
Just look at what you can do with it!
And the back!
Seriously, I would think nothing of making this dress into my uniform. It’s so gorgeous and open to play with volume and textures. I’ve been looking for a piece like this. Why must it be out of stock?!
Any other suggestions? Remember, I am possessed of both boobs and ass, so can’t go too avant garde-y in shape, much as I would dream of doing it. Ahhhhhhh why is this dress cruelly kept from me?!?!?
In other news, I am strongly considering these shoes:
As I can’t afford Chloe, these might have to do. They’re andro-sexy-tough incarnate. Just deciding how I feel about gold studs. I’m not huge on mixing metals (it makes me twitch and feel sloppy), so the studs on the shoes would pretty much determine the accessories I could wear with them. But I do love gold and black way more than gold and silver. Annnnd… the picker of the winklerpicker might not be pointed enough for my liking, but overall… they’re pretty great. Hmm. Ponderingponderingpondering. Ponderously.
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