Or is it a fairyfail? There are shoes and then there are shoes. Last night while I was working on a second volume to Best in Sale, I stumbled upon a link that led me to a remote page on FarFetch.com featuring the above. Meadham Kirchoff, I thought. Of course. And it wasn’t until that moment that I was absolutely certain I’d come from a place that subscribes to the “I never met a shoe (give or take a croc or two,) I didn’t like,” school of thought. Not necessarily because I love these in the I’d-compromise-dinner-for-a-month sense of the emotion–I wouldn’t–but because these are being made, and stocked, and that makes me smile. This is escapism fashion and not just fashion, internal style, art, in some instances, probably even a really nifty bed, cue: pink metallic multi-dust ruffles, glitter body.
I think this is Kirchoff’s interpretation of the ubiquitous fairy tale. Can you imagine how different our childhoods could have been if the animated princesses we loved aesthetically catered to the pictured? Maybe, just maybe, we’d have had a better shot growing up to become Lynn Yaeger minions. Or maybe we wouldn’t. The fact of the matter is, this is the sort of shoe that isn’t just a shoe. It gets your mind working, wondering about the motivation, saluting the notion that it even exists and perhaps most importantly, reminding us that first and foremost: fashion is fun.
Motha fucka.
