Showing posts with label Marchesa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marchesa. Show all posts

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Iron Ireland








The other day my friend reminded me of a trip I took. The trip was to Ireland and she told me that my vacation pictures were probably the best she ever saw. I was flattered. And because of this I am posting some pics of the green country today, tomorrow, or whenever I feel like it. I will try to relate it to shoes. Sometimes you will see the comparison, sometimes you will see I'm pulling at strings and full of shit.(The only relation to these pics and these Christian Louboutin for Marchesa shoes is that the shoes are black and also have flesh peeking out behind the material holding the foot back. Real Deep.) But just take in the beauty of the pictures, they are truly breathtaking. I love it when I compliment myself.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

GImme More


Sluts are cool... when you aren't one of them. When I was younger I remember thinking that sluts were the girls that wore high heels. Especially those that were a platform, mesh infused, lucite decorated, or a skinny heel. Sluts never wore flats or sneakers (In my head). I now wear high-heels, and so according to my seventh grade theory... I am a slut. Anyway, when I saw these Christian Louboutin heels at the Marchesa presentation I thought, well, nothing but slut. But this slut was sophisticated and knew what she wanted. Not like those sluts that take whatever they can get. This Louboutin wearing tramp—let's call her Amelie—had on a pair of platform heels, lined with white leather, and a base of mesh in a beige hue. They had all the slut elements of a shoe, and I love them.

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.

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