Genereally I wear a pair of shoes until they are not salvageable by even the most skilled of cobblers. Cobblers without a doubt subscribe to the notion that "you can tell a person by their shoes". This I know by the way they eye me and my raggedy shoes when I take them in for a last-minute emergency rescue.
Anyway, because of the forever shabbiness of my footwear, I have a weird relationship to Candy Pratts Price's Accessories Report each season.
Not even my badge of self-righteous transit-taking pedestrianism can save me from a certain feeling of ... is it desire, is it envy, is it something else?
|This looks like the footwear equivalent of Cruella Deville|
|Candy Pratts Price - Fall 2010 Accessories Report|