Wicked good.

Tom Ford does luxe "sexy" and "power women" really really well.  

I don't even know the girl who would wear a purple tones disco ball mosaic outfit (perhaps she is an intergalactic style princess just out running errands) and the sheer cobweb hectic fishnet lacing look is  magnificent if you're that confident. 

They look like super high end Power Rangers mixed with Luxe Witches. Magic!

A thing for shoes

When I was younger I had a thing for shoes.  Then Sex and the City happened and I stopped being interested in shoes because I didn't want to be one of those fucking women who has a "thing for shoes".

It wasn't like I talked about them all the time or had a room devoted to them or spent an entire month's rent on a pair or anything - sadly (or not sadly maybe) - but always I admired a good shoe. Only I had to do it from afar once the Carrie-effect took over.

Shoes became some crazy seasonal "It" item and now I sort of think that Mr Louboutin's red sole is kind of naff and I certainly don't aspire to be the woman that wears them.  And who knows what will happen to Mr Choo now that Tamara isn't holding the reins any more.  But perhaps he's become too big to fail.

Anyway I'm not admiring these from afar.  I want them up close and personal.  Nicholas Kirkwood has been around for a while and I didn't really love his whole platform sole and felt his silhouettes weren't for me but these new shapes and styles for Spring/Summer 2014 (exclusively available on a clever Moda Operandi Trunk Show) are gorgeous and elegant and classic and some are even sporty and practical. 

They all make me want to go to Capri or Buenos Aires and hang out in beautiful places looking only at my feet.  I guess I'm one of those fucking women after all.

Life, The Universe and Stella Jean

Stella Jean where have you been (all of my life)?

I just finished reading The Stranger by Camus. It goes without saying that it's an interesting little book that throws up some big questions and I'm sure it rocked a few boats when it was published by suggesting that (young?) people had a growing sense of life's futility, a lack of religious sentiment and yet could be hopeful. Plus ca change.

"I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe... made me realize that I'd been happy, and that I was happy still." Even in the face of death and without faith in a higher power he could see the beauty of the stars above and the world around him. I highly recommend it and I'm sort of ashamed it's taken me this long to get around to reading it.

Now, I'm not neccessarily suggesting that wearing Stella Jean is going to open one's soul to a higher plane of consciousness but perhaps it was more a sense of joy at discovering these bold and beautiful prints and the strong silhouettes that gave me a touch of nostalgia for a world that was, for the magic of the universe and for all the dreamers out there. It's going to be alright.