subverting desire
I am thinking - intensely thinking about the electric blue suede, studded, ever-so wedge heeled Loeffler Randall shoes that are insanely on sale at Intermix. I added them to my basket three separate times, then I so punked out.

There are only two left in my size, it’s highly likely that they'll be gone by tomorrow, but for some reason I just can't justify buying them - its not true love, merely passing consumerist lust...I hope.

So for now, I am refocusing my energies towards these sparkly Marc Jacobs stunners. This may be true love, they totally hit the trifecta; first of all they're sparkly (damn, I love a sparkly shoe - especially if they're sparkly enough to garner copious amounts of admiration from strangers, which essentially feeds into I's theory that women are obsessed with fancy shoes because they're the perfect way to silently assert power over women- but I digress.) Secondly, I can totally convince myself that they're comfortable and lastly they're Marc Jacobs (damn, I love a Marc Jacobs shoe.)

...but help me, if those Loeffler Randall shoes are still in stock tomorrow they're so mine.

paradigm shift
If I were to ever admit to label whoredom, the list would start and end at Marc Jacobs/Gucci in a tie. However, in an unfortunate and somewhat expensive turn of events, Chloe has kinda managed to inch its way onto my purposely-limited, super-exclusive list.

The Paddington boot was my first true obsession last Fall/Winter – presently, I just know that they're eagerly biding time in their sleeper bags, anticipating the first even slightly chilly day of Fall, when they'll spring back into fashion action. Then the adorable dresses that made love dresses again (shout out to the black and cream silk shift that I am still dying to own) and the aforementioned brocade platforms.

I hate that Chloe has forced me to re-examine my long-held, deeply engrained belief system of an unshakeable, binary hierarchy. I hate that the only fashion rule I believe in – "No White Shoes Ever."- has been completely obliterated with not one, but two different shoes in the same season.

I love these shoes. I love them even more now that they're on sale.

love & loss
I'm still thinking about the pewter, round-toed Marc Jacobs boots with the ever-so-cone shaped heel. Not only were they the perfect, perfect, perfect boot - they had been marked down continually until only my size remained at the paltry sum of $129.99. I waited just a day too long and they were lost to me forever.

I'll admit - I'm still not over the loss, I still think about them, but today I love these chloe shoes instead. So opposite to my beloved Marc Jacobs boots - so impractical - I'm guessing that it would only take about 10 steps before I fall off of that ridiculously lovely platform, so not affordable, so not within my own sense of right, which in general excludes white shoes- (okay, maybe white and gold brocade shouldn't really count) I love them none the less.

http://www.intermixonline.com/jump.jsp?itemID=12265&itemType=PRODUCT&RS=1&keyword=chloe