If you didn’t know already, I absolutely adore shoes. But this post isn’t about me, it’s about a jaw dropping stop you dead in your tracks pair of shoes by premier designer, Guiseppe Zanotti. Zanotti is an Italian designer who started his fashion career in the 1980’s…after being a DJ for awhile. Really now? He free-lanced with several fashion houses such as Valentino, Dior, and Missoni before branching out with his own designs and manufacturing. He has some amazing shoes in his collection and this baby has to top them all.
I was standing there staring at this curved wedge platform ankle peep toe boot (which I might add showcases the mixed media trend) gingerly touching the spikes when a salesman came up and told me that they had only had the shoe in stock for a couple of weeks at the time and it had already sold out to the point that all they had left at the moment were two pairs including the display ones. Really? Wow! And these are real metal spikes on this shoe which, as I picked it up and weighed it in my hands, had a wee bit of heft to it. To me, the shoe is more of a work of art than something wearable but that is just me. The “no heel” bit would make it dodgey enough to walk in for me let alone all of the embellishment. I’d do myself damage. But there are some style mavens out there somewhere rocking this bad boy which lists for $2950.00. You go, girl, not everyone can!
So tell me: would you, could you, wear this and how would you complete your look?
Photo taken at Saks, New York. (The crystals on the shoe are all clear; colors shown in image are result of reflections from surroundings). Shoe available at Guiseppe Zanotti online and other fine department stores. GZ shoes also available at Zappos, Shopbop, and Bluefly to name a few.
There are some shoes out there that will just put a hurt on you by pinching, rubbing, or causing your feet to swell so that if you removed your shoes getting them back on would require a crowbar and some axle grease. They don’t have to be cheapo or low end brands either. Sometimes even the best of shoes, the best of leathers, the best brands can do a number on you. They’re cut too narrow squeezing your toes into numbness; the pitch is ridiculously high and can only be managed by someone with years of training in ballet or you have to walk slowly and carefully for fear of going splat to name a few. I can see some heads nodding out there.
When it comes to shoes why do we torture ourselves so sometimes? I can’t explain it other than, speaking for myself, sometimes the shoe is just so darn freaking drop dead got to have it gorgeous that we are willing to suffer for those moments of being fierce, fab, and slightly crazy. Now if it is an event where you will be sitting down a lot and walking short distances then carry on looking marvelous, darling. But if it involves being on your feet for most of the wear time or dancing – I salute you if you can do it without suffering – but this one hit the wall of can’t do this anymore with one particular pair of Pradas. That day still brings a tear to my eye.
Hunting for a pair of nude pumps I saw them! A light from above shone down upon them (Ok, so it was the track lighting). Tried them on in the store, walked back and forth with nary an issue and then home we went. The next day practicing wearing them (on the carpet, I know the rules of return) I thought “I’m good! Woot!” The day after tried them on for a little bit longer to see if luck was still with me; luck had packed its bags and left town. One foot was still great but the other one was sinking deeper into the pain zone. I might add that is the foot I fractured a few years ago and since then it hates me and my shoes sometimes. A few more days of trying this that and the other hoping it would get better only resulted in the sad truth – it wasn’t going to happen without more pain than I was willing to accept. They were a beautiful pair of Pradas but they had to be returned. Ow!
So what is your take on the question: When is it worth the hurt? I’d love to hear your thoughts.
The Pradas before I had to bid them ciao