Showing posts with label Burberry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Burberry. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

The Weather Outside is.....weather

the story: Let It Snow
the shoe: Burberry booties














Thursday, December 3, 2009

Are You Real My Dear


Julia loves a good pair of knockoffs. Her philosophy is, "why spend so much money when a bootleg will come out a few weeks later and look pretty much the same." This chick rolls around NYC and people think she's got the goods, but her goods are bootleg. (Side note: I'm not mad at that.) She is so chic that whatever is on her feet could not possible be "faux"—Mais Non. And this is why I love Julia, she can make a piece of shit look like a wedding cake.

Julia if you're reading... I saw these pair of Fauxberry (Burberry) boots in the window. Only you can pull them off my sweat, only you.  

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

My New Favorite Thing


When we fall in love we think it is forever. Sometimes it is and sometimes it's not. I fall in love everyday with a pair of shoes, a new shade of lipstick, a pair of jeans, etc. This time around I fell head over heels over a pair of fall 09 Burberry boots. They have everything I ever wanted in a boot—chunky, black, leather, straps, versatile, and comfortable (even if they look painful). When I first saw them down the runway I gasped. I agonized and thought up these boots in my head. And here they are, right in front of my face, and they were tangible. I had to have them and I did. I fell in love, and this time it's forever.
side note: they will be properly introduced to you with one of my weird shoots.

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