Serendipity

onze.

i.

Les chaussures bleues. Have never been so bold before but I am loving the colour, an electrifying blue.

ii.

Watched La danse - Le ballet de l'Opéra de Paris which was very long but nonetheless exquisite. With no narration or interviews, I found those long shots of dancers rehearsing and performing mesmerising and strangely comforting. To be able to glimpse and gaze at the creative process behind the magnificent performances at Opera Garnier and Bastille is such a rare treat - I wouldn't agree with the Guardian who said that this film is a merely an elegant CCTV footage!

Shoe Zoo

Don't threaten me with love, baby. Let's just go walking in the rain.

- Billie Holiday

Having walked/cycled so much lately (amidst the sheer volume of things I have to read before exams!) that all my flats are starting to fall apart! Eyeing on a certain pair of Russell & Bromley loafers and also navy blue Repetto ballerinas to replace the old faithful ones.

What are your favourite pair of shoes, ever?

Ces bottes sont faites pour marcher

After wandering in markets and picnicking under the glorious spring sun, finishing two rather heavy books (in order to combat my very last philosophy essay of the year) and spilling vintage apple cider on my macbook and panicked (macbook is fine but a few keys became sticky, eek!) lately, I am back to contemplating about shoes.

In the past month, I have been trying to hunt down a good pair of suede ankle bottines, hoping that it will add to my wardrobe staples (which are actually, already filled with timeless staples in the safest shades). But when I tried on a pair at APC in New York, they just didn't look right - or rather, they are lovely, but they really don't go well with me. (It could be due to my height, could be due to the cut, how it allows space for the ankle to move around during walking cycle, how it alters my gait. This I shall never elucidate)

Another garment that suffers the similar fate for me is a blazer. I've seen many really well-cut, beautiful blazers, and many girls looking rather superbly stylish in a blazer. But whenever I try on one, it just feels so wrong, so wrong that I don't feel like being myself momentarily unless I ditch it and switch back to my faithful cardigans.

So now, I am back into searching for the androgynous, playful oxfords to be worn through winter to spring and ha, they are really the boots made for walking, let it be cobblestone paths, mosaic grounds or English countryside.

Ode to A Shoe

Or rather, an ode to the elegant asymmetry. I am lacking a legitimate reason to wear it just yet - perhaps on valentine's day (with a LBD), or at the next orchestral performance (with a sheer black maxi skirt).

Les chaussures rouges

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'A pretty foot is one of the greatest gifts of nature... please send me your last pair of shoes, already worn out in dancing... so I can have something of yours to press against my heart.'

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe