Introducing the 'Victoria' shoe from Italian designer Giambattista Valli.
At just over six inches in actual heel height with two inches of front-end platform, the 'Victoria' is tall, so tall, in fact, even its fearless inspiration expressed reluctance at how successful she would be in a pair of her namesake shoes without a good deal of on-carpet practice.
Now, you know me and you know I love me some sky-high stilettos - the taller the better, I like to say - but the more I look at these mirror-accented, pink satin ankle-strapped sandals (or pumps?), the more convinced I am that Victoria would wear anything provided it had attached to it a four-figure or above price tag.
Because I'm sorry, but these $1,395 shoes are not only objectively offensive to look at but they're also indistinguishable from say, this selection of similarly steep, much more modestly-priced footwear.
More of Victoria wearing her 'Victorias' during an Elle Magazine photoshoot earlier today vitiating any and all credibility she earned over the weekend with this ASJiNE-approved Marc Jacobs sheath:
08 October 2007
Love the height, hate the rest
Posted by Johanna at 8:50 PM
Labels: celebrity misstep, Giambattista Valli, high heels, Posh Spice
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9 comments:
those shoes are HOT, and as far as them looking like the cheesy fetish footwear, i'm sure in person you can tell the difference in quality.
I can't imagine where someone would wear these...
I'd save my money and just borrow a pair of shoes from a stripper.
totally unrelated, but I seriously hope you've been watching "Rocky IV" on Spike for the past 2 hours. god this movie is great.
nyc admirer-
well duh, yes of course I've been watching it, it's only one of my top five favorite films of all-time!
thanks for the tip, love :-)
kiss,
J
p.s. "you will looose"
She looks like a friggin' fool in those stripper heels. No way, no how I'd pay 1/10 of that $1,395 for those. I'd sooner hit up the Nine West sale.
Even from my fashion deprived Nairobi perch (you honestly have no idea), I can tell those shoes are a hideous take on little girl pink grows up hot. Believe me, after three months of modestly loose long sleeved gap shirts and below-the-knee khaki skirts, there is nothing I could love more than to trash it up--ideally in a city that has sidewalks-- but those shoes have it all wrong.
Two words: hot mess.
Isn't she obligated in some way to wear a shoe named after her by a designer she considers a friend (and probably has a good business relationship with)? My two words are "publicity stunt" rather than "hot mess."
bow seat-
I miss you terribly! I want to be on that perch with you!
I cry a bit every time I see the Starbucks cups turn red without you by my side :-(
come back to me soon,
J
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