Oh, and about these shoes anyway. Yes, they are vintage from like the 80s and they were just sitting on the floor in the entry way of the home of this girl I met at a huge rummage sale a couple years ago, and immediately their prone posture and miraculous existence made me think this girl was either a witch or genius. She proceeded to then show me bins and bins full of the most wicked vintage collection I had ever seen and within one hour she gave me these shoes and the leather desert knee high boots I always wear, as a gift in exchange for me modeling all of her clothes for her to sell on Ebay. She moved into the studio over my garage like a month later (apartment trouble on her end) and we were sort of like best friends or Sorcerer (her) and Apprentice (me), for like 6 months. She is the one that taught me. Well, our partnership declined dramatically after I caught her taking things from my house and lying to my face about crazy ass shit (the whole story involves a toilet full of poo, two dead people, a plumber, and a bloody diaper under the sink, but not in that order. And YES, this is an EFFING true story.) So I had to sever our relationship in the ugliest way possible. I talked about it here before. I guess pure genius (or witchery) comes at a cost sometimes (and so do really great shoes) and I always try to keep that in mind.
Shoes: gift? lesson?
Bracelets: one thrifted one gifted