Your place to come talk about clothes whenever you feel like it.
Those of you who follow me on Twitter know that I spent pretty much all of the past two weeks partying like a rock star in Paris. (I've come to the realization that I might have a mild champagne addiction. Might. I'm still able to turn down the cheap shit, thankyouverymuch.)
One night I went out with a couple of my girlfriends who couldn't be more opposite, style-wise. While I stepped out in my typical partying-in-Paris uniform of Christian Louboutin and Chanel, one of my gal pals matched me in the style stakes, as she rocked designer gear from head-to-toe, too. In fact, she's much more of a glamour puss than I'll ever be. The other? Not so much.
Her personal style can best be described as vintage punk; a look is not very well suited to swanky Parisian parties. It's much more SXSW or Bonnaroo. (I'm only speculating as I'd never ever ever (ever!) go to a music festival. I'm not cut out for that hippie, napping in vans in sleeping bags, peeing in Porta Potties life. At all.)
She routinely combs thrift stores all over the world and emerges with some of the most amazingly eclectic one-of-a-kind pieces that she likes to pair with Converse, combat boots and creepers, which is precisely what she was wearing on this particular night.
Because of her comfortable shoes, we were denied entry to one of Paris' most exclusive nightclubs. Denied. Denied. DENIED!
The doorman took one look at us and waved two in while trying to keep the third out. Of course we banded together and declared it was all or none, so we were left standing on the side of the street.
For the record, creepers are pretty much persona non grata in a lot of upscale Parisian venues, and I fully understand why he wouldn't let her in. The club has an image to uphold, and those who don't fit the mold aren't alowed in, end of. And if I'm being honest, I do the same thing to men. When a guy approaches me, I look at his teeth, nails and shoes -- in that order. If either of the three are of questionable quality, good day to you, sir. Good day.
Because of this, I firmly believe in always sporting stylish, well-made shoes -- no matter how simple they are in design. Good quality footwear takes you far; they'll instantly upgrade even the plainest outfit.
With that said, if you're in need of fabulous footwear at a very friendly price point, I suggest you Crip walk your ass over to Zara.com and snap these up ASAP. These four suggestions go with absolutely everything, and they're all classic styles that you can wear for years to come (as long as you have them resoled once a season).
1) Ankle Strap Sandal, $49.90 at Zara.com
I went in three Zara's in Milan and two in Paris before I found these babies sitting on a shelf in London. The double-wrap strap on the ankle is such a simple but ultra chic touch, and the rigged platform provides a little extra cushion for the pushin'. Literally can't wait to break these puppies out.
2) Chain Court Shoe, $49.90 at Zara.com
Fuck anklets. These pointed-toe babies are all business in the front and a party in the back, thanks to the chain-detailing. (Now if you suffer from "foot fat," I'm going to have to ask you to keep it moving because these babies aren't for you. The outer corners are cut on a bias, so any extra plumpness on your feet will bubble up and overflow. You have been warned -- that's not a cute look. At ALL.)
3) Ballerina with Metal Toe Cap, $39.90 at Zara.com
Get the Tory Burch Reva look without the Tory Burch Reva price. (Side note: Did you know that she's a billionaire? That's a lot of fucking $225 flats sold. I should know. I've bought six pairs over the years.)
4) Strappy Thong Sandal, $39.90 at Zara.com
At first glance it looks like your average black sandal, but the gold thong and hardware makes it decidedly jazzier. Throw these on with everything from a cutoff denim shorts and black tee combo to your favorite sundress. (Just don't forget the pedicure -- no chipped polish allowed!)
Now had my girlfriend have been wearing any of these options, the three of us would have most certainly been allowed entrance into that particular party. Instead, we landed elsewhere and had just as much fun, if not more.
Your turn -- has anyone ever shit on you for your shoe choice? Or do you secretly judge people based on their footwear? You know you can tell me, right? It'll be our little secret. Well, sort of.
Go ahead and tell me below, or over on Twitter: @IndiaJewelJax