Chicken or egg?

When one debates their choices for footwear, all the designers, who could pepper the closet with delicious candy, are silently judged. True shoe aficionados will look for copy jobs, for the silent touches that show up in a new color or material but reek of classic timeless pieces.

The highest form of flattery is imitation, yes?

One such judgement presents itself in the cage boot. YSL exploded all over the 'zines with the caged ankle boot worn by the whose who of models. A beauty that I salivate for - really.

A more subtle force is the caged boot by Manolo Blahnik. Not as futuristic, more Upper West than West Village, it proves to be melted butter for the feet. While this gem has not had the air time YSL's diamond has, it is something to mine for.

Now, the question is - which came first? Which is the rip? Could it be that my dear Manolo felt the competitive pinch and decided to imitate?

There is another saying, “Flattery is telling the other person precisely what he thinks about himself."

Choo on this!

Now, as you know Manolo is my main man, but Tamara Mellon and Sir Jimmy Choo have threatened to unseat him this season.

Having seen these gloriously Blade Runner-esk beauties in some fashion rag, I immediately began plotting how to acquire them.

Since I have already promised a kidney to whomever can provide me with the Chanel coat I mentioned in a previous blog, I am now forced to consider marrying rich. Oh darn.

http://www.jimmychoo.com/pws/ProductDetails.ice?ProductID=81046&fromPage=collection

Flats make me flatline

I do not like flats. I am not morally opposed to them, but I have yet to love them. It may be that I am 5 feet nothing tall and love to be hiked up to where I am can see the populations eyes.

With that being said, there are some sweet little treats out there for flat lovers. I may even try this pink pair. One because the designer has the last name of one of my favorite people in the world and two, because they look cute. So perhaps I shall try them.

But only in the house, at night, with the lights out.

http://www.samedelman.com/2009-spring-collection.php

Sold!

Why oh why are the shoes I love so always seem to be sold out? I am not a girl who dresses like the trendy Gossip Girl/Sex & the City/90201 wannabes, rather, one who does mouth-to-mouth on the cast away stuff with life still left in it.

So why is it that each time I fall in love with a new beauty, they seem to have been snatched up? Maybe I am ahead of the curve or just wallowing in the dust left behind from other fashion mavens?

Today's almost-had-em jewels are by Bally. A luscious leather and patent spectator oxford with tasseled lace-up detail and pinked edges. Leather upper and lining, rubber sole. Decadent heel height of 3.25.

http://www.gilt.com/s/bally5/product/9250923