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Come to the rescue!

Come to the Rescue!


When I called my sister to prepare another “outrageous” shoot - something else than sitting in an apple tree in glittery wedges or bothering cows in their stable in studded white(!) heels (stuff I usually do when in Bavaria) - she was all game.
I was actually half joking when I suggested conquering the local fireman station (secretly thinking of that SATC episode where Samantha...yeah, you know which one I mean...), but with the connections running as they do in a small village, everything was set in no time.

Not only did the two fireman requested show up, but the whole brigade including the “commandante” came to the rescue of two hot heels, and a squeaking woman (aka moi) who was mainly concerned with not flashing anything else than her red soles (iPhones and a very short skirt plus ten guys...a very tricky combination!).

Details, details, I say, and would immediately call 112 whenever in need of some manly dudes to come to my rescue. Just don’t you dare sprinkle any water on my precious italian laser cut leather!

Today’s shoes are Shoe Girls
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Confessions of a Shoe Girl

Confessions of a Shoe Girl


Have a confession to make and am a little nervous about doing so.
See the thing is: I’m having an affair. I was reluctant to tell, but it’s actually been going on for a while.

Am totally hooked and have helplessly surrendered. Unfortunately, our monthly rendezvous have stopped and I find myself developing a serious twitter-habit, continuously checking for any updates or news, longing for my next fix. I think it’s time to come out of the (fashion) closet and confess my love.

It’s Mademoiselle (aka Stacey Duguid, aka secret writer of Elle’s column “Confessions of an Elle Girl”). And actually it’s her writing that is the object of my affection (something to fall for so easily). What comes out of her pen is witty, never mundane and so entertaining that I have collected every page she’s ever written.

For years I bought Elle, only to immediately flip to the last page to tune in to soak up the latest as Mademoiselle stumbled through life in Nicholas Kirkwoods, Charlotte Olympias and Isabelle Marants (tempted to high five her on all her heel-choices). Have had to quit cold turkey since the column stopped though.
Dear Stacey: not only am I impressed by your work, I am completely addicted.
Please write that book of yours: need fresh supply of my favorite drug.

your addict


Today’s shoes are (hope Mademoiselle will appreciate the effort of my hot Paul Warmer booties): Elisabetta Franchi