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[Image via Pink Kitten]

 

I die. I seriously die.

Jeffrey Campbell should be notified of the existence of his biggest fan, ever. And quite possibly, the only person who sweeps the shelves clean of pastel pink JCs. I want to sweep her shelves clean.

But she doesn’t have to worry; I’ll leave the pastel pink pairs behind.

 

 

 

 

 

THESE BABIES ARE THE SEX.



[The Fashion Darling]

Not the Chanel clogs and not even the JC Charli, but I got them cloggies!

I have to say that at heights above 5″, wedges and wider-than-average wooden heels that are the epitome of sturdy are so much more merciful to my bunions. And they make me ask what a stiletto actually is.

[My Year in Paris with Christian Louboutin, BarbiexLouboutin, via Refinery29]

I’m so incredibly late in posting this up, but I suppose it’s only now as I’m in the thick of reading Baudrillard that simulacra and hyperreality are starting to fascinate me. Barbie and Christian Louboutin himself strike up a lovely dolliance in their pictures together, don’t they?

To dissimulate is to feign not to have what one has. To simulate is to feign to have what one hasn’t.

[Jean Baudrillard, Simulacra and Simulations (1988)]

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Blackk

Cheapass shoes that go with anything.
Left; me. Right; the sister.

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