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The fourth element

The fourth Element

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I've always been fascinated with water, especially if it’s fermented with delicious grapes and comes in a bottle labeled 'Champagne'. And while browsing my blog archives it occurred to me that most of the top shooting locations were located near a gorgeous water environment. Welcome to my shooting special.

Totally thrown back by the marvelous settings, I started daydreaming in the middle of the winter about the rough windy beauty of Pantellaria, an island I had never heard of before. The memories of struggling in a paddle boat on lake Fuschl on a beautiful summer day and don’t get me started on the most outrageous BEST EVER journey to Brazil, with its dreamy coast line and crystal clear sea.

Everything seems so much easier when you are surrounded by that fourth element, some sun and a decent summery sandal (or wedge). Therefor I might just jump into the bath tub and pretend it’s a wild, untamed ocean. Heels on, and why not pop some champagne too. It’s water after all.

xxx

Today’s shoes are KarenMillen | Ritalaelisio | Zara
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Nice Day for a White Wedding

Nice Day for a White Wedding

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Boyfriend rocked the crowd of a wedding once more this weekend and I more than willingly chose the role of 'the groupie' again. Off we flew to the beautiful Pantellaria, a tiny island located on the left side of Italy’s bootie shaped landscape (can’t be a coincidence that the best heels come from Italy can it?).

Down at the beautiful Pantelleria Dream Resort, for four days it only revolved around the big event, which basically meant the wedding guests were enjoying cocktails at the most amazing locations, enjoying the stunning view at the pool, exchange experiences about their sunburns and wondering if the dresses and suits they brought would fit after the over consumption of Italian pasta (the 'no carb policy' has definitely not made its entrance to the Italian lifestyle yet, thank god!).

Nothing beats the vibe at a wedding: love, happiness, tears and dances are shared throughout all generations and you always come home with tons of new friends. In my case a pair of Givenchy's, which one of the attendees wore (and with which I totally fell in love with), and the inspiration of a new shoe brand I didn’t know yet (business card of the lovely designer is still in my lost luggage...)

So it’s ultimately clear: when I’m grown up I want to be a wedding crasher officially. In some Italian heels next time, no doubt!

Today’s shoes are Karen Millen
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Along Came a Camera Team

Along Came a Camera Team

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Am still trying to figure out why the appearance of a camera and two cute guys in your bedroom (in my case) turn a grown woman into a giggling teenager with verbal diarrhoea. No, no - it's not what you think: am talking about the long expected and highly appreciated arrival of the guys filming house and shoe closet (plus unfortunately me talking). Seems that I caught some kind of fashion-brand-Tourette's whenever I opened my mouth (Gucci! Prada! YSL!) and before I have to X-rate the whole drama myself (aka not tell anybody that it aired) here's my wishlist for editing.

Dear Ciaran!
Please don't let anybody know that I said that "everything with boobs attached has a thing for heels". It might be only me.
I would also appreciate if nobody else ever finds out that I stopped drinking expensive coffee to save money (for...well.... you take an educated guess). "Hihi" number 499 and "giggle" number 276 can be cut out too. And although I'm truly excited about fashion, retrospectively it might have been a little too dramatic to throw arms theatrically while shouting "I love fashion!" straight into the camera. Maybe you can leave that out as well? That, and all the other awkward moments that made me wish "silent film" would be on trend again. Just a thought...

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Otherwise you're very welcome to change the program title from "Breakfast in bed" to "Gone is the brain".

Thank you in advance,
sincerely your shoe-aholic

xxx

Today's shoes are Karen Millen
Dress: Dolce & Gabbana | Jacket: La Condesa via YDU | Yellow blouse: H&M

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If Life Gives You Lemons…

If Life Gives You Lemons...

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Things could be worse, I know, but being sick is a) not very original (everyone seems to be at the moment), and b) always a pain. Especially when you just got back home from a trip and are finally reunited with BF (a week apart: imagine how much we have to catch up on!) and were totally ready for action (aka normal life, aka start hunting for new heels) but *bam* none of that.

Not having written a single "Thank you" email to my friends and family, or any email to my clients who are eagerly waiting for me to pick up my pen and get to work, I am instead hanging in bed feeling miserable. Energy is so low I can barely manage to watch "The Big Lebowsky" (in GERMAN!), even pushing keys to open "heeling" site Net-a-porter seems way too much effort. *Sigh* Not my favorite I must confess, and the only good thing about today is that I've found a way to shoot parallel from above without any help (clamping camera in clothes rack does the trick).

Philosophy of the day: If life gives you lemons, make Limoncello (read: put on some nice heels, shoot them and stop whining). Perfect tip! Am in need of some vitamin C anyway.

xxx

Today's shoes are Karen Millen

Miss You Already

Miss you already

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Boyfriend gone, first 12 hours without him: am a free woman, ready to enjoy whatever a gal would do on the odd "straw widow's" night out.
Forgot about dinner, feeding instead on the last alcohol I could find in (HIS!) precious red wine bottles. Shredded all magazines to pieces for new winter trends (all spread out in the living room now, and no one can say anything about it).

Browsed all heel-alicious internet sites for new inspiration. As I found quite some, tried to call cockpit of airline boyfriend is flying with three times to get hold of his credit card number. Didn't succeed. All the Limoncello I imported from Italy especially and only for precious occasions needed to be drunk due to disappointment. Had to watch "Count of Monte Christo" (extended version). Dozed off over googling "South African work and patterns" and turned up like a Keith Haring figurine on acid to work. (Glad you can't see my face: pillow patterns just add that little extra, don't you think?)

Guess what I'm trying to say: Miss boyfriend already, can you please come home?
Other than that: http://eu.christianlouboutin.com/nl_en/women/yolanda-strass.html
Credit cards work overseas, don't they?

xxx

Today's shoes are Karen Millen

One minute to think

One minute to think

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Flight to the Cannes Advertising Festival: everybody is looking perky, energetic, full of spirit, and the plane is filled with expectant chatter.

Flying back a week later, you meet the same people: pale, raccoon eyed, utterly hung over, exhausted, and falling asleep before the captain can even say “welcome on board”. Chat of the day (after three days and what feels like a hundred parties) is not only the amazing work shown in the Palais, but more how “smashed” you actually are, and that you really REALLY will call it an early night…. tomorrow.

The Cannes virus has already taken it’s toll on everybody, but still.
One minute on the beach to think about how lucky you are to share such an amazing time with new and old acquaintances, to be invited to all these lovely parties, gossip and chit chat with a crowd that feels like one big family and look at the amazing setting you are actually in… gosh!

Next week we will all be back in our offices and back to reality, but for now (even though it’s becoming harder to embrace heels as your feet are getting puffier and puffier- blame it on the rosé 😉 - one minute to think must be enough.
The next party is calling. :-)

xxx

Today’s shoes are Karen Millen

In Plain Sight

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As all the gals I have spoken to yesterday AND today seem to be experiencing PMS symptoms (aka PLAIN MENTAL SUFFERING) I think it’s official: the sun seems to be driving us crazy.

Who can blame us? We haven’t had any for months, and since it popped out all of a sudden we obviously do not know how to handle the beauty of 20+ degrees. I also wish I had had just a little more time to prepare for shorty shorts and tiny-T’s. Bare flesh and feet in plain sight for the first time this summer?
Great in theory. And if you have a day off to work on the above.

In the office, pale as a mole and with feet officially bloated like a whale after a five course dinner, my only options are to stick toes in a bucket of ice water and hide pale skin behind a full body condom. Wonder if Karl might design those for me.

I think it’s just obvious: I need a drink, and end up in my favorite bar where the lovely owner is not afraid to take a picture of me being still totally “PMS” (aka Poor Moaning Spirit). Will change that mantra into “Play My Song” and “Please Mojito Subito” now.
Cheerio!

xxx

Today’s shoes are Karen Millen