Not My Grandmother’s Shoes

Paula’s most recent post had me thinking of two things: 1) my closet and 2) white shoes.

On Monday I spent the day shopping with my mother-in-law who was in town visiting, and I urged her to buy a pair of white boots: These to be exact.

They’re by Parisian designer Laurence Decade, who’s resume includes working with Chanel’s Karl Lagerfeld. They’re available at Elizabeth Charles online or at their brick and mortar stores in New York, San Francisco and Newport Beach.

While coaxing the mom-in-law through the transaction at the cash register, my email alerted me to Paula’s post, and I was once again assaulted by those dreadful white Marques Almeida sandals. Dreadful to me at least—beauty’s in the eye…

Today’s post will be about white shoes since it seems to be the theme of my life this week and everywhere at Jeffrey, Bergdorf, Barney’s and the hospital corridors I’m hanging out in today.

White shoes. They conjure images of Nurse Ratchet, Grandmothers worldwide and brides walking down the aisle to Pachelbel’s Canon in D.

White can be tricky. Really tricky. And really, really ugly. But if done well, white can be totally fresh and edgy and just right. White shoes are not for the aforementioned anymore. Nope. White shoes are for everyone and anyone and there’s some pretty awesome options available right now. Here are a few of my favorites:

If you decide to go on your own white shoe hunt, may I suggest you look for a pair that incorporates texture or embellishment. This will rescue them from being geriatric and institutional and elevate them into fashion forward and interesting and palatable. Paula, are you listening?

Stay tuned for thoughts on my closet which I might add has not one single pair of white shoes in it. But I might have to rethink that since Spring just sprang in New York.