Shoes Shmooze// Current obsessions...

 

Prada creepers

Jil Sander two tone brogues

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My current 'summer' obsession(s). I am rather infatuated with creepers at the minute. I was fascinated by them when they originally graced the Prada catwalk last year, but now, my fascination has become obsession. I love the gothic schoolgirl look they personify. And because, naturally, I AM indeed a gothic schoolgirl (Lol. I do like rock music, but erm... I wouldn't call myself a mosher) , I have to snag myself a pair. Can't you just imagine them paired with nice babydoll dresses?

And the two toned brogues from Jil Sander, 'cos well, normal brogues are so last summer. *disinterested face*

Yeah... My brain's already making outfits for my creepers/breepers that I am yet to purchase...

And since I am not yet at Anna Dello Russo's status with respect to the cash flow, I am on the lookout for cheaper imitations of the Prada ones...

Vans creeper-esque shoes - £28.79

River Island fringed brogues - £30

 

Miss Selfridge: NOW £25 from £50?!?!

My spirit is torn between the vans and the Miss Selfridge ones... 

And no, I am not gravitating towards these ones because they're the cheapest and I am a renowned cheapskate...

So... Yeah, new shoes here I come! 

Toodle- oo! And thank you all for your lovely comments, they really do make me smile.

xoxo

Okay, it's official. I am on the Shala wagon. I love a woman who loves her Prada and rocks it well.

Miss Monroque, you... ROQUE?!? (good joke? 'kayyy it was bad, I know...)

*picture from www.alltheprettybirds.blogspot.com

Stylespiration... Shala Monroque and aunty Miuiccia...

image seen over at Vanessa Jackman; streetstyle blog

It's Shala Monroque. I vowed not to get all carried away or get seduced by her style and the sudden cyber- love for miss Shala. BUTTT. She's wearing  Prada Josephine Baker earrings.  I can't resist now. 

I didn't know there were Josephine Baker earrings available, talk less of their being made by my godmother?

SURPRISED much? I told you we were kin afterall, Miuiccia and I!

*Runs along, finds a meadow and sits contently, gazing at the greenery and beams at being kindred spirits with The Prada*

Erm. I do hope not to get sent into some facility or the other for constantly referring to Miuiccia as a member of my family. Oops.

Happy Saturday guysss!
xoxo

Healthy Obsession// Unhealthy Covetousness . . . Miuiccia FOR THE WHOLE UNIVERSE!

Ohmygoodness!

I am super duper high on serotonin right now, for a variety of reasons;

• The sun was out today. This is rather monumental for England you see, especially as it's only April. And when I mean out, I mean like scorching heat that makes you SWEAT. Or slap yo' momma. Or whatever else those crazy Americans do.

Which obviously meant I was able to get my legs out and have a gander in the sun. Oh, and act foolishly (foolishly like getting on one of the tables in Starbucks and belting Jackson Five songs out, since my friends have labelled me little Mikey 'cos of the 'fro), get frappuccinos... Because every 'fashion-related blogger' (pukes at stereotype) is obsessed with Starbucks.

Okay. I am obsessed with Starbucks (WHOEVER INVENTED COSTA, deserves taekwondo Jet Li style)  and I tend to go off on fashiony rants a lot.. which makes me a Mulberry-toting, Giuseppe Zanotti wearing cool blogger person. Yerrp.

• I handed in my last piece of coursework for this year. Which means I'm done, finito, with second year. Except, there's the whole exam thing. But that's in May. Which means, there is obviously, OBVIOUSLY time on my hands for trivially important (haha... paradoxical, right?) things such as blogging and pining for Miuiccia Prada to become a member of my family.

There's Miu Miu... Which resonates with the ultimate kookiness that makes up my slightly... normal persona... The sheer artistry of the collections are just mind boggling. Yes, boggling.

There's Prada, the more 'mature' collection that is usually expected to be a tamer version of her very vibrant, pattern heavy Miu Miu collection, but she is not a woman who likes to be boxed into such defined categories. Hence why her spring 2011RTW collection literally made me scream like a kid on cocaine candy. Bleurgh. Innovation and creativity turns me to putty too much.

I really wish I could adopt her, or get her to adopt me. Or just telepathically let her know how much I admire her work and her drive and just  love her in general.

That will be all for now.  Too many pictures, I know! Too many words as well. Ummph. I am not good with striking balances. Apologies. 

Toodo - loo!