Oh Sweet Corn Niblets, Someone Hold Me
By Plumcake
Can you even imagine how unspeakably fab you would be in these robin egg glories? They are, of course, by il Maestro Manolo, from his new Pre-Fall collection.
It is to sigh.
Do you know what you really need to show these off to their best advantage, though?
A yacht.
Growing up we had the sweetest little yacht in the whole wide world named The Night Owl and it still wounds my patent leather soul that I never had the opportunity to wear any of my fabby shoes acquired later in life aboard The Night Owl.
I feel that many of my shoes really need a yacht to truly be shown to their best, and I suspect that when I die and if by some clerical error through the pearly gates (how Chanel!) my celestial residence won’t be a bunch of martyrs in cotton voile maxi-dresses perched on clouds, serenely plucking upon the ten-stringèd lyre. Instead, I will repent from my previous evil ways –namely scuttling about on deck like a sartorially challenged crab in clear pink glitter jelly sandals and sneaker-type monstrosities with neon corkscrew laces and a good deal more layers of rolled-down socks than the weather and confines of good taste required.
May 15th, 2008 at 4:18 pm
Ah, so fun to revisit the scenes of past crimes of fashion.
May 16th, 2008 at 9:34 am
I saw those, too, and I also felt… um, drawn to them. But for me, the ideal showplace would not be a yacht. It would be a table in the bar at the Crillon.
May 16th, 2008 at 11:29 am
Oh, how I loved my jellies! Particularly because they had the imprint of a daisy on their soles, so if I walked through a puddle and then onto dry sidewalk, I left little flowerprints in my wake. I thought I was the height of fashion!
May 16th, 2008 at 9:08 pm
Those shoes are making me drool.
May 18th, 2008 at 4:34 pm
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