One of shoedish’s besties got robbed today!!!! No, not mugged, not pickpocketed, but blatant, pathetic robbing (not that pickpocketing or mugging would be any better) but it was a disastrous and painful affair and it didn’t even happen to us. In honor of L’s robbing - and courtesy of her I might add as she mentioned todays theme - we’re posting all the hottest in casual chase-down-a-bastard-thieve-shoewear, starting with these pretty running shoes from Nike and ending with these Puma street kicks. We might also add here that the shoes she was actually wearing while under attack of said thief were those very practical and pretty patent leather sandals from Payless. Some faux-leather strappy sandal flats and a little adrenaline made for a very impressive Team Catch Thief

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Emilio Pucci

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She wore them with silk and black sheers, Her winter legs twin moons under lace– New shoes. Handmade, gleaming, polished as a lake at twilight or a new mirror: Fashioned for men, but cut for a woman. He wanted her, he said, wearing those shoes. Dreaming as they measure her shoeless, a cobbler in Florence, his tape shearing her foot, no question a woman requires such shoes. Wear them with lace, signora, offering brush and polish. The saddle’s rough, but the toe will mirror all he undoes, her each gesture mirror. His guiding one, as she rises in shoes made for holding ground, for polished floors, for business in suits and sheers. When I wear them, she muses, will he unlace and unravel me? Take have and woman me? His hands open her skirt, manning and mixing until her face is his mirror, till he seats and unties her, untangling laces, loosening, pulling, prizing back shoe edge, cherry insoles flushed, he shears the tongue from each sweat-polished instep. Forthright now, as if polishing, she fingers his face, pale as a woman’s in fugitive streetlight, her hands sheer contentment, his eyes closed in the mirror…

to be continued…

- poem by Honor Moore, shoes by Emilio Pucci

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