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Yesterday, history was made. US citizens elected Barack Obama, a man who happens to be black, as president, but I have a haunting memory running through my head. Imagine, you’re trying to leave a putrid public bathroom, when suddenly your escape is blocked by a group of indistinguishable girls wearing a uniform of a baggy sweatshirt and medium-wash jeans tucked into the basic short Ugg. I felt as if I was in a movie about sheep-herding body-snatchers or something.

I know Uggs have been around for what seems like ever— too long if you ask me— but, the shock of seeing such homogeneity is still unnerving.

Furthermore, instead of being adversely affected like the rest of the economy, Ugg Australia has actually showed a 130% increase in yearly sales, reports Telegraph.co.uk.

How does something like this happen? You would think that after, numerous men and women scoff at the visual offense that is an Ugg boot, people would stop buying them. Not only are they expensive, but the Telegraph article also says the “flat soles leave the arches limp and can cause painful tendon conditions [...and] the flimsy sheepskin casing makes a weak ankle cushion.”

So what exactly is the appeal? Comfort? Warmth?

Mama always said beauty was painful. Comfort is a non-argument, and if you want warmth wear socks. I’m adding mine to the thousands of other pleading voices, if the US can support ‘change’ why can’t Ugg wearers around the world?

Photo Credit: Style.com

It always makes me cringe when models fall, or even wobble a bit, so you can imagine the sheer horror that came over me when I heard not just one, but multiple models either wobbled a tad or took a tumble at the Spring/Summer ‘09 Prada show in Milan yesterday, due mostly to their extra-high Miuccia designed footwear.

First of all, I have to mention that these shoes are amazing— I mean beyond fatal, no pun intended. I’m swooning more and more over any shoes with straps and these platform mary-janes are just dandy in my opinion, but there are some people, as in most of the world, who just do not have the ankle strength to wear über-tall and presumably heavy platform shoes— not to mention the odd ruffled-footies all the models are wearing under the shoes.

Perhaps, along with perfecting their runway walks, models should also work on strengthening their ankles. Is their actually an exercise for that? If there isn’t, I vote Naomi Campbell to head the committee that will figure out an good ankle exercise— considering the fall she took at the Vivienne Westwood show during her early years was one of the worst I have ever seen.

I guess the other logical thing for designers to do is send practical heels down the runway, but when are practical shoes ever fun? Personally, I like my flats comfortable and my heels as high a I can stand them. If that means I have to take a taxi instead of walking then so be it!

See a video of one wobble video and a couple of eye-witness, slip n’ slide pictures from NY Times’ The Moment Blog photostream after the jump. (more…)

It was My Fair Lady meets Nirvana. The FLDS meets crack. There was tartan and dark florals. There were layers and simplicity. There was bustling, corsets, harem pants, and bangles. And, then there were these. These odd raffia-wedge, slightly deconstructed, mid-heeled shoes almost ruined my entire Marc Jacobs S/S ‘09 collection for me, almost.

Marc, what kind of fuckery is this? You can’t get me high with your mishmosh of a spring collection, and then, as I scan down some of the outfits, I see these wack job sandals. Actually, that’s an insult to wack jobs. These shoes are just monstrosities and should never see the light of day.

Unfortunately for me, I happen to know Marc does whatever he wants and could give two shits what I or anyone else thinks about his designs— that tends to be the common stance taken with most geniuses. Meaning, this spring, these atrocities will show up on at least a handful of famous feet, and I’ll gently weep to myself in a corner.

Good job on the rest of the collection though Marc. I’m utterly smitten!

Speaking of the rest of the Spring/Summer 2009 Marc Jacobs collection, I couldn’t bring myself to rant about the imaginary love of my life without actually showing you something awe-inspiring.

That awe-inspiring something is the exact opposite of those hideous sandals.  They have a fanciful, architecturally gorgeous heel, lots and lots of sparkles, and the perfectly chic gold buckle— I want, I want!

The heels on each pair of shoes are similar in shape, and considering the collection is quite the jubilee of ideas and inspirations, I can see why it may seem okay to have such vastly contrasting shoes, but the feeling I get in the pit of my stomach when I see each of these two shoes makes me sad.

On that note, I’ll leave it to you. What do you think of the two shoes, the S/S ‘09 Marc Jacobs collection, or any other S/S ‘09 collection, for that matter?

Photo Credit: Style.com

Dear Santa,
I know this is a bit early seeing as September just started, but I’ve been a really, really, really, majorly good girl this year— for the most part. I just wanted to give you a heads up, because since my parents seem to think tropical vacations are good Christmas presents, you might want to ask those cute little elves of yours to start collecting lots of sequins and invest in a good pair of magnifying glasses because these Miu Miu pumps will be a bitch pain to embellish.

Scratch that, just save their poor eyes and buy the Miu Miu Paillette embellished pumps from Net-A-Porter.com, though I’m not sure if international delivery includes the north pole.

If in fact you do find it in your jolly, potentially-over-stressed-due-to-weigh-problems heart to put these Miu Miu pumps under my festively decorated palm tree, I promise to thank everyone who compliments me on them and juxtapose their diva flair with jeans and a cute top just to make people scratch their heads. Don’t worry though, I’m sure there will be an amazing New Year’s Eve party wherever I end up so I can them with an equally glam dress, though I can’t promise it will have sequins too— that might just be too much.

Oh, I also promise to leave you some piña colada or margarita, whichever you prefer, in a chilled glass and some insulin for all those cookies those other suckers little angles are going to leave you.

I’ll be waiting!
Chelsea Rae

p.s. It would be even better if you could just send these babies with the Great Pumpkin for halloween, though I’m not sure if shoes are covered in the ‘treat’ in trick or treat. If so, I might even throw in some rum balls and a nice hot toddy come December 25th.

Its a commonly know fact that without inspiration its hard to even string a couple words together to make a sentence, much less an entire post. This is usually referred to as writer’s block and the cure is unknown. I guess I could have caught a case of what the guys from Gym Class Heroes call “biter’s block,” but that’s just no fun, so I waited and waited and shopped— then, suddenly, I knew what I had to write about. I bought a pair of new shoes that my mom and apparently, everyone in the New Haven area, hate.

They’re cute, in my opinion, gray, crinkled leather oxfords from Michael by Michael Kors called the ‘Panama’ Oxfords. I saw them at DSW a couple weeks ago, but decided if I still wanted them in a few weeks, which I did, I’d by them— so, now they’re mine! I wasn’t sure they’d still have the shoes in my size, but I think I’m the only person around me that bought these oxfords, leading me to believe that A) I’m completely crazy for liking these shoes, or B) everyone in the New Haven, CT area have a boring taste in shoes.

Even though answer ‘A’ isn’t really my favorite answer, my entire family seems to think it’s the correct one. My mom thinks they’re ugly and too butch. After showing my dad, he raises his eyebrows and says, “You like these… OOKKAAYY!” and my sister has decided they may “have to grow on her.” Thanks for the love and support family!

I get it! The shoes are super chunky, and really hard to pull off with a bare leg, but let’s think to the future. I only paid $48 for the shoes, though I could have paid only $37 at Nordstrom.com (though I guess shipping would have evened the tally. They’re super comfortable, even though they’re a bit high. Not to mention, I could wear these all fall with pants, tights, the black thigh high socks I plan to buy from American Apparel, the options are limitless, and I personally think they don’t look terrible with this outfit (notice the bare legs), though I’m slightly biased.

So I’m going to throw it to you dear readers, am I crazy for liking these oxfords? Should I take them back ASAP? Or, am I just a misunderstood shoe fanatic in a little, suburban Connecticut town?