Welcome to 2011! New Year’s Eve is, in my highly-valued opinion, an extraordinarily overrated holiday. You get dressed up, do your hair, put on something glitzy and slutty (but not too slutty, it is a holiday after all, secular yes, but holy nonetheless) and drink like you’ve never drunk before and you’re never going to drink again (the horror!). And yet, wherever you woke up this morning and with whatever regrets and states of drunkenness/hangover, it really wasn’t that different from your typical weekend night, except for the fact that you probably don’t usually have to wipe away that much glitter.
I DIGRESS! Most of you probably are thinking right about now, “Meryl, that shoe should have been written about yesterday! It’s perfect for NYE!” I hear ya loud and clear, ladies (and gents? anyone out there other than my father?) and I disagree. I don’t need a silly holiday, one marking the passing of one day to the next (something we do DAILY people, FYI) to allow me to wear glitter. And no Jimmy Choo shoe should ever be purchased with the assumption that it will be worn once and once only! I mean seriously, who would buy a shoe that is to-the-name “witty” and wear it once? Not Meryl. No Sir!
I do really like this shoe though. Lots of color, so probably don’t wear it with anything too garish or you might go all Medusa on the world and blind some people accidentally. And with a rubber sole, can anyone imagine anything more comfortable and equally as attractive? Yes that’s a challenge.
I hope everyone had a happy New Year’s Eve and that 2011 brings all you desire and more.
Fun fact: Back to one of my favorite places in the world on Monday! And yes, it’s work. I’m a nerd to the core.
My parents recently spent two weeks soaking up the sights of Cuba. While they were there, my sister and I could not speak to them via email, phone, or any other form of communication. PARTY TIME. But actually. My sister and I decided it was time to do something really outlandish, really rebellious. We were going to each buy a pair of these Miu Miu Mary Jane Ballet Flats.
There’s no such thing as the perfect shoe. Sad but factual. However, (and you’ve all realized by now that I have a deep and undying love for Miu Miu anythings (be it shoes, handbags, coats, skirts, keychains)) this ballet flat gets just as close, I think, as a shoe can get to perfection. Patent leather, creme and black, a giant bow to top it off. A beautiful delicate ankle strap (cause God knows the shoe would fall off my feet as I prance around from place to place). I cannot wait to get my feet in a pair (ha, not my hands on a pair, that’d be a waste of time).
Sadly, my parents have returned from Havana and my sister and I were less-than rebellious (I think my major move was getting myself a subscription to Netflix). Alas, purchasing these shoes will have to wait…
Fun fact: I haven’t left my house since yesterday. Something about the 16 inches of white dust that powders my surroundings that’s convincing me to stay indoors.
I find myself back in New York just in time for snow. It wasn’t a white Christmas, cause the weather Gods got the dates wrong or something, but snow a day late is just fine for me, seeing as I’m Jewish and all, and Santa only visited me before sundown on Friday (Christmas Eve being Shabbat and all). Jokes aside, I find myself dreaming of summer and heat and warmth and sandals. Yeah obviously I dream in shoes.
Nina Ricci, kudos (or as my mom would say “kudo bars”) to you for these stunners. Yeah, Nina sadly isn’t with us anymore, but the brand which bears her name and sustains her memory manages to impress me time and time again.
Yeah I just had a two-sentence paragraph. Bite me. When looking at the shoe itself, does anyone else find themselves shocked by the utter detail displayed? Look at the stitching, the delicately-tied bows, the seems and nails and other hardware. I’m actually most impressed by the woodwork. This shoe is like a beautiful piece of furniture. It’s like a great coffee table: usable and functionable and a great reason to have a party. Functionable isn’t a real word, but if Sarah Pailin can invent words, what’s stopping the rest of us?
Seriously, if the Hannukah Armidillo is actually out there, I know the holiday has come and gone but I’d love a pair of these. I’ll even wear them in the snow.
Fun fact: my mom can’t stop quoting the movie “Up” – it’s getting a bit out of control.
Whether it’s a newfound sense of nationalism, the aftermath of the war we’re in, or some other reason that’s escaping me, there’s no denying that fashion has taken a recent turn towards the military. I’m all for this. I love green, I love the buttons and frills, I love the pockets and folds. What I don’t love is that military is manly (there’s really no two ways about it) and I can’t remember the last time I woke up in the morning and said to myself, A fuck it, I’m wanna dress like a dude today!
I think Acne did an excellent job, however, dealing with my number one problem with military wear. These wedged booties are leather and army green, but they are also girly. They’ll be sure to give any girl a sexy feeling while she’s prancing around [fill in name of city here] with a pep in her step and a few added inches to her height.
So I’ve gotta say, kudos to Acne (and they need kudos, given that god-awful name (I’m the daughter of two dermatologists)) for bringing it all back home. I salute you!
fun fact: my grandfather was in the Air Force for 23 years.
One of the things I love most about Lanvin is that it was started by a woman, Jeanne Lanvin, who started her career by making clothing for her daughter, clothing that was so stylish and beautiful that it ended up attracting the attention of wealthy patrons requesting similar clothing for their own children. While I wish I could follow that statement by saying that as a child my mother used to make stylish and beautiful clothing for me, that would be a lie and I’m against lying. I can say, however, that I hope one day to make beautiful clothing for my daughter.
Okay sappy stuff aside, this Lanvin pump is just what every girl needs (especially this time of year when we’re all bundling up and feeling comfy and chunky and missing our feminine flair). There’s also nothing more important when it comes to shoes than having a pair of nude pumps. And ten points for Lanvin for pumping out these beauts. They’re so delicately hand-sewn and so daintily designed. The curves and stitches are so elegant that it’s almost impossible to imagine a more feminine shoe (and when all I’ve worn these past few days has been sweaters and socks and scarves, I could seriously use a pair of these to remind me of my beauty).
Before I go, though, I can’t neglect to bring up a piece of exciting news! (Shnews, actually). On September 2, 2010, it was announced by H&M that Lanvin would be their guest designer collaboration for the Winter 2010 collection. The collection will be available to view beginning November 4, 2010 at HM.com. The collection will then be available to buy in 200 stores worldwide, on November 20.
So thanks, Jeanne, for another homerun.
So yes, I’ve been absent for a while. But I’ve been busy! I’ve been working on this and that and a few other things! I have a life, I apologize. But I’m back! And with a fabulous pair of a shoes.
I hadn’t ever seen this website or heard of this shoe designer before my dear friend Angela sent it my way (thanks for that). What I’ve found is that Marais USA is a badass brand started by two Parsons gals. Check out what they say about their company:
Taking inspiration from a summer spent in “Le Marais,” cofounders Catherine Chen and Haley Boyd named their company after Paris’ most eclectic district. From flamboyant transvestites to traditional rabbis, there is just about something for everyone. And that is precisely the philosophy at Marais USA. As the brainchild of two young women determined to fill a gap in the modern market, Marais USA boasts a bevy of covetable basics that won’t leave your wallet empty.
Needless to say, this particular shoe, the Mulberry Maryjane, is adorable. Featured here in two of the five colors in which it is made, these two photos show how Catherine and Haley put a modern spin on a classic shoe: an elastic strap with a patent-leather base, a rounded toe and a low heel. And for only $58 I honestly cannot wait to get my feet in a pair.
You know when your college friends meet your high school friends and you feel as though your worlds are colliding and nothing makes sense anymore because high school-you and college-you become one in the same? I feel like that right now. Not a super fair analogy for me since my platonic-life-partner and I have been in the same city, state, and country since the fifth grade, but hopefully you catch my drift. Outside of being a shoe-fanatic to the max, I am also a fan of alt-pop-indie-rock music (mainly The Magnetic Fields, Lisa Loeb, and, of course, Ben Folds (and Ben Folds Five)), a fact about me which I have artfully failed to mention thus far.
Who knows who Animal Collective are? (See what I did there? I learned from working (and by working I mean interning) at an indie-rock mag a few years ago (and by a few years ago I mean summer of 09) that when a band is comprised of more than one member, it takes the plural form of the verb. Nerd.) Ok here’s the blurb I got for ya: Animal Collective are an experimental pop band (you can call them a lot of things, but I’ve settled on that for now, may change my mind later) that have journeyed from Baltimore, Maryland, to NYC and have been rocking out h-core for the past decade. I’m a fan of Animal Collective. Obviously, AC didn’t make it to my top three fav bands of all time list, but try not to hold that against them. And now, I’m even more of a fan since they’ve started cranking out sneakers. As Pitchfork said, “Animal Collective have teamed up with the clothing company Keep to create their own line of shoes.” I approve and so do, I suspect, the hipsters of the world. The sneaker is actually pretty snazzy. I am a fan of the it-looks-like-I-doodled-on-these-sneakers-but-actually-I-didn’t (although, to be fair, I’m an even bigger fan of sneakers that you actually do draw on yourself, but I’ll keep quiet about that for now). Hipsterrunoff approves (as much as Hipsterrunoff can approve of anything other than being an AltJew).
Go out and get a pair!
Fun fact: I wish I were a Hipster (with a capital H).