—My Parisian alter ego, stamping her p e t i t e , Blahnik-clad feet, hands balled in fists with the strap of a black Chanel 2.55. Oui, whining like a Dior-bib-wearing five year old. Danny Roberts is one of my favorite artists, ever—so a tee-shirt collaboration with Borders & Frontier ... Read More
Guess Maeve Boots, Please Be Mine
Dearest Maeves, Why is it that you are so hard to find in my size? *sigh* These are the boots of my when-I-don't-feel-like-dressing-so-feminine dreams. And more me (obviously) than the Doc Marten's that look oh-so-beautiful in editorials. Combat boots part grunge, part dominatrix. And this ... Read More
Let the Shoes Speak For Themselves
Five and a half inches of pure p e r f e c t i o n. My I-wish-I-were-Yves-Saint-Laurent-Tribute sandals. And I'm proud to call them mine. [A birthday gift, of course.] Bisous, La C. ... Read More