I dream of Céline…

I’ve always been a sucker for a platform. The chunkier, pop-ier, and commie-stompier, the better.

So when these Céline beauties started walking through editorials and into my dreams in January, my salivary glands went into overdrive. While huge and cartoony, they somehow looked elegant! Streamlined, even!  Like a TGV or a high speed Japanese train…

I neeeeeeeeeeeeeded them.

I hunted in NYC, to no avail. Waitlist city.

Then I found out that they came not only in the oft-photographed screaming orange, but in gorgeous cobalt, blinding white, taxicab yellow, and a rarely-seen bordeaux as well. I SWOONED. I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to get them, but if I did, HOW TO CHOOSE?!!

And then, the heavens smiled on me. There they were, in a window around the corner from where I was staying in Paris. It was as if the Fashion Gods (aided by the lovely Elisabeth from the Rue de Grenelle store) wanted me to have them. In taxi cab yellow. Manhattan appropriate, I suppose…

Merci, mon Dieu! Merci, Phoebe Philo! I promise to make you both proud -





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