“give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world.” // m. monroe

my plimsolls have been worn thin.

i purchase six pairs at the beginning of every season, and wear each one down to threads and uneven rubber soles and then – when the last pair has been worn down to the point of being embarrassing – i know the season is officially coming to its end; and now – well, the time is nigh.

it doesn’t make me sad – it doesn’t make me miss the sun setting late, or that hazy days are leading to crisp mornings; or that pretty soon i’ll need to trade in the bensimons and purchase my seasonal sextet of super-opaque black knit tights for the cooler, then colder months ahead – now, what shoes will i wear?

lautrechose markuslupfer



➝ source : satin wedges via l’autre chose

➝ source : suede & glitter ankle boots via markus lupfer

➝ source : python mary janes via miu miu

➝ source : faux-leather high-tops via rick owens drkshdw

let’s be honest – you know which of these i’ll be wearing, but i like to pretend sometimes.

“i still have my feet on the ground, i just wear better shoes.” // o. winfrey

it started at my heels.

thinking that my gait was too peasantly and thus my heels too craggy to be shown to the congregated masses, i chose to never wear open-backed shoes. it took a few years to navigate that ridiculous hurdle and bring it round to the front — to find myself contemplating the state of my toes. and then they left me nonplussed; were they too flinstonian? too unrefined? literally too unpolished to be shown in polite company?

and then i decided to free my mind, and my feet followed suit. i set them free, i let them out, and i haven’t looked back. well, there was summer ’14, when i wore nothing but my beloved bensimon plimsolls; but this summer – this summer my toes will be polished and my feet will be fancy free.









➝ source : cliff dweller sandals by cydwoq via gravity pope (full disclosure – i have these. i love them. that is all.)

➝ source : if you can’t commit to full-on birkenstocks, the belau will accomodate your grateful dead phobia via free people

➝ source : luke sandals in white via charlotte stone

➝ source : multi-colour fun-time sandals via kenzo

“of the seven deadly sins, lust is definitely the pick of the litter.” // t. robbins

if i’m heading toward sin, the usual suspects, much to my chagrin, fall into either column a : gluttony, or column b: sloth.

since these things usually do come in pairs, let’s try and keep it together and not roll our eyes too far back into our heads – it’s no surprise that these two are holding hands and making out like a couple of pimply teenagers; they’re not like chalk and cheese, they’re meant to be.

seeing as this is the case, when another mortal sin enters stage left, i’m more than willing to let it run its course. this does not mean i’m going to submit so easily, some work needs to be done before i give in; but you can’t deny – a little bit of lust does make the blood rush, the face flush, and reminds you that, OH! how wonderful it is to be alive…





➝ source : dutchess two-tone sunglasses via preen by thornton bregazzi

➝ source : short sleeve dress with appliqués via carven

➝ source : diamond flip ring via tilda biehn

➝ source : sacai open vamp platforms via lane crawford

“age shouldn’t affect you. it’s just like the size of your shoes – they don’t determine how you live your life! you’re either marvelous or you’re boring, regardless of your age. // s.p. morrissey

it must be that along with pickling myself in rosé, (read: five sips), i’ve begun to think of my age as a time to try things anew.

perhaps those things that never quite stuck, and seeing if enough time has lapsed since my first pass of hating it, to that optimistic second pass of being all right with it. i see it as a ‘if at first you don’t succeed, dust yourself off and try again,’ (you know, roughly a decade later), to prove that i’m not resistant to change and that age doesn’t have to mean sticking your heels in the sand and refusing to budge. at least, this is what i keep telling myself.

and so, along with my night wine, i’ve been thinking about bringing back the clog – neither a heel, nor a wedge – it’s a happy medium where the giddiness lies in my not being utterly uncomfortable and wanting to gnaw my feet off at the ankles, paired with that delicious click-cloppy noise they make on floors.

in reality, i know i’ll probably never get around to wearing them, but the thinking about it, that’s half the battle won.





➝ source : crossover clog in cement via no.6

➝ source : sabot black/natural platform clogs via rick owens

➝ source : hitchhiker open toe clog via rachel comey

➝ source : braided low heel clogs via swedish hasbeens

“after luncheon the sun, conscious that it was saturday, would blaze an hour longer in the zenith,…” // m. proust

and lo – the first long weekend of the summer is upon us.

leading up to this blessed event, were the droves who came clomping along to the city’s biggest and best park, with heavy ankle boots paired with the shortest-short-shorts of denim; arriving with the most coveted of summer-time hauls – terroni pizza boxes, walking-stick size freezies, and shhhh, don’t tell the fuzz – icy beer.

and let me say it now, the winter was most obviously brutal – as the pasty knees and casper-white shoulders of our collective youth was a sad sight to behold. yet, if there was any doubt that summer has indeed been introduced to us yet once again, the first sunny, warm day in the city on the eve of a long weekend – is proof positive that hope lives in us all.

for me – it lies in the constant stream of a/c and the promise of endless slurpees. enjoy your holiday monday…










➝ source : starburst sunglasses in navy via karen walker

➝ source : foil-print cotton jersey via vivienne westwood anglomania

➝ source : frame denim distressed shorts via farfetch

➝ source : thakoon addition ankle boots via shoescribe




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