Posts Tagged ‘booties


Getting Geeky Chic

I’m all about perfecting nerdy chic this week. Why yes, I did get new glasses. I splurged for an on-sale pair of clear-framed Oliver Peoples (That’s Zoe Deschanel in their new campaign. She’s got an adorable line of sunglasses too).zooey_deschanel_oliver_peoples1-thumb-430x354 I thought mine were a little much at first, but when the sales girl said, “They’re so nerdy. You have to get them.” I knew what she meant. They’re sort of Nelly Yuki meets Raleigh St. Clair. I love them.

The problem now is getting dressed without going into nerdy-hip overload or worse, veering too far in the other direction: schoolgirl-themed-Britney Spears.

17dd_1The solution: unstudied cool booties. I figure I can pair something like these classy black suede ankle boots with skinny jeans (P.S. $5 at posting time) and the new specs.

fc03_1Nine West slouchy booties have an even more dramatic, Oh, I just threw these on. What’s that? You like my glasses too? They’re nothing. I simply didn’t have the patience for contacts today! vibe. Plus, the seller’s got a few pairs and in two different colors.

mt-freemont-blk-1EBay boutique The Shoe Guy has quite a few of these understated Fremont Shooties from Me Too with just the right cut. They’d look smashing with glasses, or anything.

5178_1Finally these vintage Evanise ankle boots, definitely err on the side of ridiculously sexy. But I’ll make an exception. They’re fantastic.

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Babies (ewww) + Eagles (yeah) = OK!

I am not a baby person. I have a nephew who is two years old that can’t look at me without crying. In fact all babies cry around me—it is a gift. I am the baby of my family, so I guess I never honed those nurturing skills. When faced with the task of holding a baby, I fidget and excuse myself to the restroom. Oh, and don’t get me started on baby showers. Some people take great pride in shower gifts, a la Charlotte in Sex and the City (did you hear the rumor that they are making another movie?!?). I am more of a Samantha—migraine medicine in one hand and wine in the other.

Nevertheless, I think it is time to give this whole “baby” thing another shot. I mean there has to be something to all this ooohhhhing and ahhhhhhing.

Lucky for me I will get a chance to start anew with a brand spanking new nephew named Owen Nicholas this Thanksgiving. And I figured what better way to become acquainted than by introducing him to two of my loves—The Philadelphia Eagles and shoes.

I don’t normally go for the cutesy diaper trees or homemade bonnets, but a Silly Philly is one hoagie I can sink my teeth into. Not only will this new born have the chance to be outfitted in what looks to be the cutest booties to hit the east coast, but he will also be receiving his very first style lesson. After all, style knows no age. Drool or no drool, no nephew of mine will be caught dead in anything less than fantastic.

Fly Eagles Fly. . . .


From Russia with Love

Yellow Box Galleon

It took me awhile to appreciate Russian literature. Actually, what it took was Kiera Knightley, starring as the luckless but diaphanously gorgeous Lara Antipova in the 2002 TV remake of Doctor Zhivago. Lots of snow and ice and bleak grey skies, not to mention endless war, peasants with chapped hands and an overabundance of gruesomely pointless death. But, amid all the gloom and doom, are the most wonderful thick fur hats, coats, and fur-lined boots.

I doubt that author Borsi Pasternak penned Doctor Zhivago with an eye for costume design. The book, set between the Russian Revolution of 1917 and the Russian Civil War of 1918, is a political commentary and star-crossed love story — neither theme a ready-made platform for runway fashion. And yet… what is more romantic than men in heavy top coats, women in velvet cloaks and volunimous skirts, faces flushed from riding in horse-drawn sleighs through chill air? It’s so over-the-top plush in the face of wintery minimalism.

Honestly, beyond that one small-screen version of Doctor Zhivago, I’m still not sold on the Russian canon. I need a happily-ever after with my fiction just like I need a crackling fire, a cup of hot cocoa and a rousing chorus of “Jingle Bells” with my sleigh rides. Nonetheless, since there isn’t actually a required reading list when it comes to the clothing inspired by Russian lit, I find myself drawn this time of year to furry boots.

Were I to find myself in Lara Antipova’s actual shoes, I suspect I’d be wishing for thickly comfy Uggs or Napoleon Dynamite-approve moon boots. However, with no immediate plans to travel across Siberia, I’m much more inspired by suede and fleece booties with an “I laugh in the face of black ice” heel. There’s a chance that, had Lara Antipova worn such shoes, she would never have lost-then-found-then-lost-again the tragically dashing Doctor. There would have been no need for daring escapes, a pantry holding nothing but a single potato, and a trainfull of soldiers with bad attitudes. With these shoes, Lara would have been a little less, well, Lara — and a little more Keira.

Eat your heart out, Borsi Pasternak.

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July 2020