Sweet & Sexy Lace-Up Boots
High-heeled, knee-high, black patent leather boots with pink ribbon corset-style laces.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Best Foot Forward, Sure; But...
A lot can be said for a lingering look from the stair as you leave... Your foot, ankle -- maybe a bit of leg -- elevated, giving their own come-hither invitations... You're leaving them wanting more. Just like Lauren Bacall, here in Designing Woman.
No Poetic License; Fines Instead
Maybe a girl who drinks a few beers after work and then writes & posts poetry about shoes shouldn't talk about the sinful taking of poetic license with shoes, but someone has to say it: Poetic License shoes are ugly. This one is called "Fairytales" -- but it's more like the Brothers' Grimm variety. *shudder*
It's like kids gluing together the scraps from other shoemakers... Where's the grace? The beauty? Poetic License should have their shoe-making license revoked and pay heavy fines.
Red Slippers
Red Slippers
by Amy Lowell
Red slippers in a shop-window; and outside in the street, flaws of gray, windy sleet!
Behind the polished glass the slippers hang in long threads of red, festooning from the ceiling like stalactites of blood, flooding the eyes of passers-by with dripping color, jamming their crimson reflections against the windows of cabs and tram-cars, screaming their claret and salmon into the teeth of the sleet, plopping their little round maroon lights upon the tops of umbrellas.
The row of white, sparkling shop-fronts is gashed and bleeding, it bleeds red slippers. They spout under the electric light, fluid and fluctuating, a hot rain—and freeze again to red slippers, myriadly multiplied in the mirror side of the window.
They balance upon arched insteps like springing bridges of crimson lacquer; they swing up over curved heels like whirling tanagers sucked in a wind-pocket; they flatten out, heelless, like July ponds, flared and burnished by red rockets.
Snap, snap, they are cracker sparks of scarlet in the white, monotonous block of shops.
They plunge the clangor of billions of vermilion trumpets into the crowd outside, and echo in faint rose over the pavement.
People hurry by, for these are only shoes, and in a window farther down is a big lotus bud of cardboard, whose petals open every few minutes and reveal a wax doll, with staring bead eyes and flaxen hair, lolling awkwardly in its flower chair.
One has often seen shoes, but whoever saw a cardboard lotus bud before?
The flaws of gray, windy sleet beat on the shop-window where there are only red slippers.
Cage Me, Please!
I'm absolutely wild for this 'Michelle' caged high-heel sandal -- and it's nearly half-price! It was $160; now just $89.99. (Via Shop It To Me Sale Mail.)
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
It's A Mod Mod World
I love these 1960s red & black shoes! Too bad they aren't in my size. *heavy sigh*
Just Like Bratz Doll Shoes
Not only do these black suede rhinestone wedge platforms look just like something a Bratz doll would wear wear, but they even have feet in them! I'm not sure that if I were selling shoes online that I'd use feet forms to model the shoes; it's disembodied creepiness.
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