All posts tagged: Heel

Halfway Between Yellow And Green, And Everything In Between

“Chartreuse, the only liqueur so good they named a color after it” ~ Death Proof, a Quentin Tarantino flick. I do believe I lit up my surroundings with this outfit.  It’s all sorts of colourful, is it not?  There’s an entire parade going on yet it seems to work (that’s what I’m going with, anyways).  Eye-popping hues, effusive prints, stained glass effects, Bollywood cuff, oh and the hair.  Let’s not forget about the hair. Gah.  I’m still squinting, damnit. And then, there were those shoes.  I fell in love with them the moment I laid eyes upon those cathedral stained glass heels with that Royal Blue Suede upper.  In fact, my infatuation stretched across the purchase of two pairs, the second being with Black Suede.  Yes, insert sheepish grin here, I tend to do that.  Purchase things in multiples.  Particularly when it comes to shoes.  As though you didn’t already know that by now. Purple Wolf Head Pendant fashioned from Clay.  It’s from this amazing store called The Rogue & The Wolf which is in …

Monday Mix

                                          (left to right) Marc Jacobs Silk-Faille Top, Clements Ribeiro Printed Silk Skirt, Moschino Cheap & Chic Ruffled Silk Coat, Louboutin Metallic Gold Leather Booties. This entire ensemble is absolutely NOTHING I’ve ever worn in my entire life.  Nope, not even the boots because mine are all, err, super high?  Should I consider incorporating some lower heels?  What about you?  What kind of shoes do you prefer? Love, SG

The Steadfast Tin Soldier & The Love Skull

Once upon a time, quite a few years ago, a little Chinese girl from Borneo sat alongside her older brother and listened enraptured as their mother read to them aloud, a tale from Hans Christian Andersen ~ The Ballerina & The Steadfast Tin Soldier. Fast forward close to three and half decades later, and that story has stayed with me.  Perhaps it’s because of the underlying note of self-sacrifice, doom and tragedy which are not characteristic of children’s stories.  The absence of white picket fences and happy ever afters.  And, of course, that subtle nuance of desire as well as passion which had, prior to that, been completely lacking from any Andersen composition.                                                                                                                             …

Circling The Issue

My post titles are becoming increasingly corny.  Sigh. Nothing too avant garde nor adventurous here.  Just serviceable classic pieces given fresh twists with cut, colour and finish.  And the proverbial accessory.  All in the name of grocery shopping. A charming (dark brown) polka dotted button down shirt in the most delightful shade of Dusky Rose, quite likely my favourite shade of pink.  Worn with intense violet skinny jeans and supremely spiked ankle booties.  I have those in practically every shade.  Don’t tell the man. The sweetest of pachyderm arm candy. Do you like seeing spots? Love, SG