Quite predictably, I’m quite taken by this Marie Mercié felted cat cat in leopard print found at Browns:
I used to wear Bass Weejuns as an early teen in Canada (though didn’t everybody?) and have fond memories of them. But these leopard print ones are out of this world. In collaboration with Mark McNairy and sold at Opening Ceremony (gah, of course), it ticks all the obvious boxes for me. Mannish shoes. Ponyskin. And yes, leopard print. I’m definitely putting these on the “To Buy” list for my birthday, which is getting very, very long. Eep!
Waaaaaaaaah, these are men’s trainers. Want. So. Bad.
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I have a rather unhealthy obsession with wedge heels since last autumn. For my birthday, “we” bought me the Surface to Air buckle-up wedges I had been lusting after. For the record, they are my all-time favourite pair of shoes.
I broke out into a rash when the Acne Atacoma monster wedges hit the stores and couldn’t have them. And I still can’t.
I’ve been trawling eBay incessantly to find the Chloe lace-up ones.
Then winter came and I convinced myself a pair of wedge heel sandals were necessary to bring about summery weather. A pair of Ash ones fit the bill perfectly. And I reasoned that I could wear them with socks until we actually get to summer. They *magically* arrived in a box one day… Then I bought a pair of amazing leopard print wedge ankle boots on eBay. Only to find some Minimarket lace-up wedge ankle boots in grey. Mine! And of course, I’m still crying on the inside about those Alexander Wang wedges.
Which brings me to these babies:
Bestill my beating heart! These rockin’ shoes are by Finsk. The colour combination is divine. The sculptural heel(s) are wicked. I’m adding them to my ever-growing list. Eeeeeeek.
… Alexander Wang Diego in leopard. I love my Rocco, I really do. He’s soft, dependable and everything a girl could ask for. But sometimes I wish he had a shoulder strap. So I won’t lie. I’ve had my eye on Diego lately. I even cradled a plain black one in my arms the other week. I may have even stroked it. But that was it, honest. Then Opening Ceremony had to come along with a pre-sale of the beauty pictured above and suddenly I’m thinking I could give in to my burgeoning leopard obsession AND Diego lust by cheating outright on Rocco. But alas, I don’t think Mr Wallet (leopard print Acne) would be entirely comfortable with a USD$950 deficit.
So Diego, it was fun, but we can never meet again.