I'm so HIGH

It's been a week since I've fallen from a table while dancing in a pair of quite average-high platform shoes, and my ankle is still swollen and hurt. But it didn't make want less shoes that are high and high. I think for someone my size (5 foot), height is quite addictive. So obviously I was DYING to get my hands on the Ashish booties that landed on topshop.com two days ago... and are gone already. I tried the black ones at Oxford Circus anyway, with difficulty, and yes, I could barely walk in them and looked like a alien, but they were ... well, addictive.



But I forgot them the moment I found these here. Gabriella Marina Gonzalez, a St Martins graduate, made them for her (beeeautiful) collection called "Clothing for the Emotionally Disposessed" - or for people who come to London in search of fame and fabulousness and forget the emotional reasons behind their choice of art/work.

Geez. And here I was thinking my addiction to high shoes were pure aesthetics... Apparently, there's a whole psychological thing behind it :P

Finally.

sorry. I just had to share this. Four years in the waiting (FOUR years), I finally found them on Ebay in the right colour and the right size. I had given up already, and when I won them, I was like "well, about time. yay." But they've arrived today, and they freakin' rock. I had decided to quit flat shoes for a while to wear only platforms in the city, but I think I'm gonna live in those for the rest of this year. And the next. Thank you.

Boys Are Stupid

(...continuing from previous post)

So I had a stupid argument with the Boyfriend and did exactly what was expected of me: went out and bought shoes. Such a girl.

It was not intentional. I just stormed off to Oxford Circus to see if I could fix my old Powerbook at the Apple store, and it just happens that TopShop is two blocks away. I said to myself : let's just have a look and see what they're up to (I was fuming by then when the Genius Bar people told me to come back when I have an appointment). Thing is, I always forget that when it comes to high-street, I can resist almost anything - but Topshop is my Achilles heel.

So I spotted these:

I don't like my feet and not being able to have a proper pedicure on a regular basis, I always feel self-conscious when I have to expose them. So for the summer, these boots are very much a welcome solution: heavy with a chilled-out feel, with cut-out details that cover pretty much everything apart from said Achilles heel. Let me add that they are the comfiest wedges I've worn since EVER, and they give this midget a few extra inches for added happiness.

And you know what made me want them more? The fact that they are quite plain in way, a sort of blank canvas for future customisation - that is, until I get tired of them, which will take a few seasons.

The same night, I made with my other half. But I think he should buy me shoes for making me spend. :)

OhMyF****ngGod

jesus. Found these Chloe Sevigny for AW09 Open Ceremony shoes while browsing randomly. There's like, NINE BUCKLES in it! The woman is a genius. Must get my hands on them.

Sculptural addiction

You see, blogging about fashion is all about immediacy - you either post on a daily basis, or you have the connections to be way ahead of the game, ahead even of the supreme fashion journalists (such as the unnervingly prolific Susie Bubble). Such is the beauty of blogs: not dependent on advertisers, they don't need to wait for seasons to turn, bosses to approve, time-frames to be respected.

Talking about Susie, baaaack in September and November (anos-luz behind in fashion time), she had already seen up-close-and-personal the coveted Emma Cook's ruffled-zippers SS09 shoes, which, being an insignificantly mortal newbie in style-blogland, I only spotted in Grazia yesterday (and was immediately pierced by a fulminating love) - and WHICH are will be sold at, of course, Topshop.


You see, shoes are becoming more and more fantastic these days, but fantasy comes hand-in-hand with high-price tags - remember the now detestable 'It Bags'? Yeah, they've been replaced by 'It Shoes', and I'm not complaining. I'll carry my stuff in a Tesco bag if it means I can get lifted to new heights by sculptural footwear.

So back to prices: how does one feed one's addiction to art for the feet in these harsh times?

One believes in the catching-up power of the high(height?)-street. Cook's wonder is relatively affordable at £95. And flicking briefly through this month's Elle's accessories supplement, two wedges caught my eye: a faded mustard number from Aldo and a black ankle-cuffed one, which, although quite lacking in the sculpture department, would work wonders during daytime run-to-catch-the-bus-in-London's-wet-cobbled-sidewalks routines.