Umm, seafoam green + black + white + gold . . . Match made in heaven!!!
Derek Lam Bristol Wedge $850 here.
For all it’s understated beauty and classic simplicity, this succulent wedge is probably the most impractical shoe I have posted as of yet. (I am classifying yesterday’s wooden wedge as artwork, not footwork). I love the crispness of this shoe, as well as it’s shape and the beautiful detail of the whipstitching engulfing the heel and toe strap. I can easily picture myself in these wedges wearing a great pair of shorts and a lightweight off-the-shoulder sweater, I’ve chosen to accessorize with a select choice of chunky jewelry. I am holding a delicious mixed drink in my hand and throwing my head back in throaty laughter at a witty remark someone made during a summer evening soirée. Unfortunately, I can just as easily see myself screaming in horror (in slow motion) as said drink is “accidentally” knocked from my hand (in slow motion), causing a very ugly spattering of liquor spots and splash marks on my classically understated, light grey suede, $1,025 Alexander McQueen wedges, that I have become abnormally attached to since time of purchase. I wonder if these shoes come with a lifetime guarantee or a “magical cleaning genie” who pops out of a hidden back door of the wedge specifically for these types of messy encounters. Even if the price of this shoe did not leave a dent in my wallet, I would always be apprehensive while wearing, and might possibly have to request an electric shock fence be installed around my feet for every outing.
Purchase yours here, if you dare . . .
I love the art of this shoe! Unfortunately, the longer I look at it, the more I think I can see the model’s foot swelling up and turning red! This looks quite painful and uncomfortable, but how beautiful is the wood pattern and the shape? Even the contrast of the wood and the satin ribbon is intriguing to me. Sadly, I would have to pass on the possibility of obtaining splinters with each step. Never mind the fact that a slightly uncoordinated person, such as myself, is just asking for a very public trip . . . wobble . . . wobble . . . steady . . . steady . . . wait! . . . Oh Noooooooo! . . . slow-mo drop with an accompanying awkward roll type of catastrophe.
I think I’d rather just keep them on display on my living room shelf, secretly deeming myself a wise curator of style instead of a fashion coward! 🙂