Though New York did suggest footwear may be taking a turn for the uncomfortable what with the overwhelming resurgence of ground-level-shoe-heel and pointed toe pump, in Paris, the platform still seemed very much alive. At left, Miu Miu pays an exhausting homage to the 70s in the same capacity Balenciaga’s Pre Fall relives 1982. The shoes are, how you say, icing on that cake. The groovy heel is reminiscent of something Yves Saint Laurent tried to do a few seasons ago–it’s back and chunkier though–and the satin bow ties the color-blocked shoe together in a package that only reads, For The Miu Miu Girl. At right, Louis Vuitton does something fairly similar with a–note this on both sides–square toe platform to compliment a fancy pants military inspired collection where it sounds like the buzzword is Train. This should yield a general call to put the credit card down and look back to your current belongings. The shoes you’ve got still have a decent couple seasons under their cinderblocks.
And in other shews (shoes x news = shews): I am not, however, above the continuing manifestation of senior citizen approved heels on a young, sleek, albeit long leg. Beyond the rising fame of Valentino’s kitten heel, a general interest in the resurgence of the chunkier mini heel started last summer when I found myself gravitating toward a pair of Ferragamo shoes fit for not my grandmother, but her mother. It was only a matter of months before Chanel’s version fell onto my lap and subsequently foot. This was followed by Stella McCartney’s resort push. And that’s just a little biography outlining the happenings of my foot. At left here, Chloe, right Valentino. Ultimately, the moral of this story is to have comfort seekers rejoice in the notion that you don’t have to give up your natural inclinations, that is, avoiding death by shoe, for the sake of your foots well being. And that deserves a hooray.