It's against my code of ethics to post about me, and by extension, my romps through the underbelly of retail, but i am so damn interesting of late... so i took myself to Savers yesterday (the one in Bloomington) because it was my birthday and birthday girls get 20% off on their special day. And special it was, so close on the heels (i crack myself up) of the Dries Van Noten finds, i'm still gloating about it to complete strangers. Label ho that i am, the above Nina sandals got all bought only because of their silver 1930s wonderfulness. And...
it would make perfect sense if this was considered a fair pair at Savers, given that they're both black with square toes and stretchy sock-like tops that make getting dressed that much easier, but no, i'm conserving pixels by modeling them simultaneously. i've got another pair just like this (i'm on fire, somebody stop me). The shorter ones say Elisa Pabst inside which i can only hope has some connection to the brew. The whoop ass tall ones are neoprene -- slutty to surfy versatile!
Saving the best for last, mofos. Adjust your eyeballs because it really does say Emilio Pucci (Firenze, which is italian for spendy), and they really are tomato red stilts and the tiny buckle that you can't see really is a squared off P, for phucking phantastic! The delightfully comatose folks at Savers had them at $4.99 but it was a good deal because i got 20% off of that. Can you stinkin believe it?
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