Showing posts with label Alejandro Ingelmo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alejandro Ingelmo. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

This Is What I Want




I have this friend. Let's call her Cali. She works in a great place. She works for a designer who has great shoes. My birthday is coming up, and if she knows what's best for her (wink), she knows what to do. I love everything about these booties—from the hardware to the faux lace-up to the wedged heel, this shoe is perfection. I have already started to plan outfits around them. The boot is called the CC—named after Cali—and it is very much like her.... bold, different ,and giving....very giving.

Another version. These are suede booties that are embellished with paint giving them a look of being worn. These are cute, but I want the previous ones. Should I get them in black or grey? So many decisions.

These are futuristic. They are cool, but I want the ones I want!

Friday, January 29, 2010

This Type of Girl.....





...wears these types of shoes—statement platforms. Shoe's you can't walk in. But shoes you look good in. Shoes that hurt your damn feet at the end of the night. But shoes you will surely take off (or keep on depending on the kind of slut you are) when you are fucking that guy you brought home that night. Oh, Angie.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

I'm On High


Astrid is a model and models have to wear heels. When Astrid arrives backstage at the Cushnie Et Ochs show to get her hair and makeup done she gets a glimpse of the Alejandro Ingelmo heels that she will be wearing down the runway. The heels are a bit Tranny looking (I love) but as the Gays would say, "they are fierce." She was the sixth model to strut her stuff. Astrid did not trip.

About Me

Addiction is never a good thing, but sometimes it's just what you need in order to make you happy. In my case, my shoe addiction has consumed every aspect of my life. I wonder about shoes constantly, conjure up styles that don't even exist, go crazy over anything from bougie heels to lowbrow knockoffs, drool over any stylish concoctions, and fawn over my ludicrous collection, which you will see through my weird photoshoot. (I will also showcase some heels on other peoples feet.) I am secretly an Imelda Marcos hater who does not like cheese.

On it