More Shoes from the Muse of Sex

I don't know why but I like taking photos of people's shoes/feet at museums. I feel like it's an interesting way to know the demographics.

Art Deco Golden Nights

Of course I would come across this stunning pair of shoes as I'm trying to downsize and focus on minimalism. I won't get them, because let's be honest, where the hell am I gonna wear them eight months in to what it bound to be a two year long pandemic? But they sure are the dog's tuxedo.

(photos kidnapped from hotchocolatedesign)

Transylvania Beauties

Saw these shoes over on Hot Chocolate and am adding them to my wish list. If the world returns to normal and I can actually venture out in public, I may snap these up for October, just because.

DAM Shoes

Spotted at the Delaware Art Museum a few months back with Anne. I do so love to sneakily snap photos of strangers footwear when out and about at random museums. Does this make me a bit peculiar? Good! As that has always been my plan.

Museum of Sex Shoes

The Museum of Sex in New York was really fun and I even managed to capture some shoe pix while wandering through the exhibits.

Visionary Shoes

I had this interesting and mildly creepy idea to photograph the shoes of people who are at the museums that I visit. Ever since I was a kid in church on Sundays I would look at people's shoes as they walked up for Communion and try to figure out what kind of person they were, based solely on their footwear. When I took these pictures at The Visionary Arts Museum in Baltimore, Maryland I noticed that everyone was very blue-collar. I like knowing that the everyday sorta person is still interesting in art and culture, that it's not something reserved for only the upper class. I mean, they may buy art, but at least us working class folk can appreciate it without emptying our piggy banks.

Gorgeous Must-Have Footwear

Damn them for not having a size 9!!! Aren't these beauties just divinely perfect? Oh yeah, that's right. I dropped a religious pun. Boom!

(photo kidnapped from amazon)

Iron Fist Collection

I am bonkers for Iron Fist shoes!! So far this is my wee lil' collection. The flats are unique and crazy and silly and zany and so me. I love this company. Oh, and they are all vegan. Booyah!

 

I really do...

30 January 2016

Iron Fist Sugar Witch

I may not be a gal that struts her stuff in high heels on a regular basis, but if I owned these beauties I might just wear them all day, every day.

Groovy from the Knee Down

I snapped this photo on the sly when Ashlee and I were at PAFA for Twin Peaks. I love this gal's skinny red trousers with fun socks and ugly black shoes. I wish I were as daring.

Damiana Loafers

I think these flats are just unbelievably fun and fabulous. Loly in the Sky has so many adorable shoes, but these are definitely my faves.

March 18th, 2013

Here is an entry from my travel journal when Nicole and I were in Italy:

up at 8ish - shower - downstairs by 9:30 for breakfast (the Filipino looking guy who rescued us from the balcony when we locked ourselves out is there and clearly is looking at us and talking to his coworker. I chastise him - smack my leg and through gritted teeth and wide eyes say, "Don't be tellin' everyone what happened!" half in jest - he sheepishly looks away because he might not be speaking English, but he got totally busted) - back to the room - chill - still feel sick (it's my nerves - I'm terrified to go out and explore Rome) - go to the shop up the street - pasta for Bishop! and Keith Haring bag for me! the older gent running the shop spoke little English but was SO nice - back to the room - get our luggage and stuff together - check it in with the front desk (for them to hold til our train leaves) - check out

walk in the rain down Principe Amedeo then left onto Via Viminale pass the Opera House then right onto Via Quattro Fontane to the Spanish Steps - 15/20 minute walk - the rain soaked nearly to my knee pit and drenched my turquoise (left) and pink (right) shoes - sad face. - (the steps are beautiful - i feel like i'm not really here, that this can't be happening. i had dreamed of this moment being a clear day where we could sit on the steps and relax but the rain won't allow - everything in Rome is so old and other-worldly and I'm scared of the unknown parts of this trip but I'm so at peace that I've finally made it to Italy after so many years of dreaming - we take tons of pictures - grab two bottles of water from a corner cart)

trudge back to pizzeria on the corner of Principe Amedeo and Via Viminale - relax - dry off - have Margherita pizza (more like plain cheese tho) - it was good tho - Hotel Universo by 12:30ish - get luggage - regroup - peepod - 1pm walk up Principe Amedeo - left onto Via Cavour - then across Giovanni Giolitti to the Termini Station - Binare 29 to board train to Pisa Centrale (thank GOD that Nicole is a city girl and is completely confident and well equipped to read train schedules and find our platform. She is unbelievably calm when I am falling apart and I can't imagine being here with anyone else.)

get off at Campiglia then take the bus and don't get off at Populonia (which is a mere 100 feet from our hotel) but go to Piombino Marritima (ah!). The driver didn't speak English but thankfully a very kind lady (maybe early 50s) spoke English - got off with us at the next stop (we are basically down at the docks next to a tiny little town) and finds us a taxi driver - Monica - who spoke English! (As we helped load the luggage in the back we discussed the silly name of the resort we were stying at - Poggio all'Agnello and that it basically means that there used to be sheep there before the resort was built. The lady who helped us - I never asked her name - told me, when I gave her a thank-you hug, that she asked Monica to help her friends get to their hotel, so as I hopped in the front seat I holler out to her, "Thanks again and I'll see you later!" wink, wink. She smiled - she got the joke. Monica drove us through the town, shifting gears effortlessly and way better than the guy that drove us from the airport to the hotel in Rome. We discussed the recent departure of the Pope. She's an agnostic, but feels that something is up with him leaving - that sort of thing is just not done.) 

Monica dropped us at the hotel and I gave her €25 and a €5 tip and a hug - so nice! checked in at like a weird window (drive thru like) where we stood outside in the Chicago-style wind - lovely gal with short black hair (Clea DuVall): "Miss Star? I've been waiting for you!" walked us to Room 10. Wow! Tiled floor, patio table at front door - pull out sofa - lil' square 4 seat table - kitchen area - linen closet in hall - bathroom with bidet and shower (lots of bright blue tiles!) and a room of my own - queen size bed - armoire - two night stands and dresser to share. Ants on the floor and def not Mama Rose clean but we are happy and comfy. Unpack - much to Nicole's chagrin. Nic makes us tea and we eat the chocolates from my Keith Haring bag - delicious! - out for a smoke at 7ish - chilly and very windy but the lights on the buildings in the distance were so pretty. Oh my god. I'm in Tuscany. It is so surreal. Nicole reads - I go through the train info and score a massage (my neck and shoulders hold ALL of my tension and anxiety) - bed by 10pm.  

 

 

Sarah Jessica Parker

Ever since I saw her as Rusty in Footloose I knew she was someone to watch. I continued to follow her career throughout the Eighties and all the way to the now. I think she is genuine and strikingly beautiful. Every interview I have seen or read left me with the impression that she is a true and wonderful lady.

When Sarah Jessica created Lovely, I remember seeing her on talk shows discussing how much time and effort she took to get the perfume just right. Lovely is my signature scent. I wear it nearly every day and keep several bottles on hand as well as one in my purse. A few years following her perfumes, SJP started a line of clothes, Bitten, for Steve and Barry's. Marina and I flocked to the store and were terribly impressed with everything we saw. I was particularly impressed by Bitten's manifesto:

it is every woman's inalienable right to have a pulled-together, stylish, confident wardrobe with money left over to live.

I so admired her Fashion is Not a Luxury t-shirts and remember thinking, "Bravo, darlin'! A woman who is looking out for those that love high fashion, but need to pay their rent and fill up the gas tank." I still have a bunch of Bitten clothes, shoes, jewelry, and bags and actually, I'm wearing Bitten jeans this very moment. It was a solid line of clothing and as a consumer, I felt like she really put her heart into designing each piece.

When I heard she was back a-cobblin' I was extremely excited. A new line of SJP shoes? Oh, it's a dream come true! Then I saw the price tags. A hundred and ninety-five bucks for freakin' flip flops? Really? Really?! Four hundred for a pair of heels? Honestly, if I'm going to drop almost half a paycheck on shoes, I'm going for the real McCoy. Manolo Blahnik is an established and highly reputable shoe maker and I'd drop five hundred bucks on his shoes before I would anyone else. While I still love Ms. Parker, I'm super disappointed that she's left us working class gals behind.

(At least I still have my fabulous "Ruth Dunbar" shoes from the Bitten collection. As soon as I saw them I was immediately reminded of Holland Taylor's character from Bosom Buddies. They just called out to me. And they only cost $9.99.)

(photos of SJP kidnapped from kraftworks)

Isabella Inquisition

Last year Sarah Alice from the library turned me on to Iron Fist shoes and man, are they fabulous. This gorgeous pair is on its way to my home and my feet today!

(post script: I was so, SO disappointed that they didn't fit. These are seriously one of thee most gorgeous pairs of shoes I have ever seen and I was heartbroken to send them back.)

Triplets

Today while hanging with my adorable nephew Jaeden, we discovered that we totally wore matching coloured shoes without even planning. When I dropped him off, Kayla was home and - holy schnikes! - she had mini hi-top versions of my All Stars. We are three very cool, hep cats. No doubt.

Galaxy Shoes

Look what Sydney did! She took boring old five dollars sneaks and transformed them into kick ass Galaxy Shoes. My niece is crazy smart.

Crooked Smile...

...busted up knees, cute dress, and super cool shoes. Funnily enough, I'm pretty much the same 'cept I don't wear dresses.

I want, I want; I need, I need!!!

I have loved John Fluevog shoes since high school when Rachel bought her first pair of Angels and I got my first pair of Docs. (Oh how I loved her Angel shoes....) Visiting the website yesterday I found myself infatuated with about 22 different pairs - but the reissue of the Munster has me nearly foaming at the mouth. Its design is so beautiful; it takes me back to when I first fell for this glorious footwear. I think I may just have to have them... (photo kidnapped from fluevog)