Nicholas Kirkwood took his signature platform and gave it a ‘floral’ make over for the occasion of Liberty’s 50th anniversary. And we want to have it!
They know you love them. The most gorgeous shoes in the whole wide world: Louboutins! And Jennifer Lopez loves them too. She even made a song about them.
All right already. Just cut it out. I’m fed up with it. Enough is enough. A little bit is quite fun. But this is the bloody limit. P-L-E-A-S-E, can someone negotiate with the Weather Emperor and try to convince his Royal Highness to stop the cold, white, slippery mess!?
What do you guys think of Victoria Beckham? I kind of like her. Not because I was a huge Spice Girls fan as a 10 year old girl. No, back in the days I did not like her ‘poshy’ behaviour. But now I do. And only because she has some crazy self spot. Otherwise you don’t sit in a huge Marc Jacobs bag, right? And even her upcoming career as a serious designer is not that stupid as I thought it would be…
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend? Try shoes and champagne first! And Piper Heidsieck knows what women want. After Gaultier’s corsetted bottle and Viktor & Rolf’s upside down bottle, Piper Heidsieck asked -the God of Shoes- Christian Louboutin, to design the new ‘exclusive’ bottle of the reknown champagne house.
I am totally dissapointed…Kurt Geiger does’nt deliver to the European mainland..Why???? He’s missing out on some good sales here..
When I stumbled upon these gorgeous shoes @ Topshop I was very low on budget, so I decided I could probably purchase them online, and give ‘em to myself as a birthday present once I got back home and received this months paycheck. But hello ‘des-illusion’!
Yeah yeah, we know…. Shoes as catch of the day again? Well, just deal with it. The girls of The Digitalistas are just ordinary shoe addicts…
I have a confession to make. Or to be completely honest, I have several confessions to make. All my life I’ve never ever got myself a manicure. Or a pedicure. Or got my eyebrows plucked. Or went to a beauty salon to get my legs, armpits or whatever body part waxed. So well, now you know: I’m not a Brazilian waxxer. If it’s confession time, I’ll have to leave nothing out, right?
Watch out, Shoe-o-holics!?!