In my last trip to Paris the subject on every fashion person's lips was Phoebe Philo's collection at Céline. I swear I'm not swayed by the consensus when I tell you to look at her collection makes me short of breath and my heart skip a beat all at once. I mean, if I had to throw away everything I own and sign my soul away to the devil so I could wear only her collection, I'd do it in a millisecond. But, that's just not going to happen, so don't get judgy...;) Anyways, these clogs are on top of my clog wish list, only I cannot find them anywhere and I'm pretty sure, I'd have to sell my liver to afford them - which I'd do - if I could find them and a willing buyer.A while back I wrote about my love of platforms and how it all began with these Robert Clergerie's. Am I high, or do they look good again? I dragged them out of the closet today and then had a phone conversation with one of my oldest friends, the friend who was probably with me when I bought them, and she told me they must be about 17 years old!!! That's insane. That's officially vintage, from my own closet! I really don't know how I feel about that.
I put them on and they fit like an old glove...
You can see the little slice in the leather that happened on the right shoe when the window broke at Gimme Shoes - giving me the opportunity to buy my beloveds.
They endured far worse over the many years with me: I remember gingerly traversing a rocky creek in them to get to our camping (!) spot in rural France. I remember hiking in them to the Hollywood sign our first Christmas in LA. I remember painting bedrooms in them. I remember a few different boyfriends in them, which says a lot since I've been with Le Mari for 14 years...Never have I worn shoes to death like this.
Merci Phoebe and Céline for bringing back the chunky wedge - the ol' gams and the old Clergeries are good friends and may have one last happy summer together.
And, that's my new Terrget jumper with a vintage green belt.