Dolce Vita Trinity: Pumps that Know How to Party

Party shoes are not an accessory to be taken lightly. The selection of the perfect party shoe can make or break your night and quite possibly your ankle. I previously addressed this issue on Shoetube in my Hangover Help for Help for Shoes that Party too Hard piece. However, I think I may need to give my trusty Pedro Garcia's a break (not retirement, just a vacay), which means I need some new party shoes.

The criteria?

1. Black--but something fun. Definitely not boring black pumps.
   
2. Minimum 3.5 Inch Heel, but WALKABLE (aka something you can still negotiate after a few martinis)
   
3. Stacked heel is preferable, but anything that doesn't scar easily is OK

Snowmageddon 2010, proved to be the perfect time to do lots of online window shopping, and I found THE perfect party pump. Not only does it live up to my standards, but it's on sale at multiple websites, which I listed below for your shopping pleasure. However, if you're an 8-8.5, don't even think about it....

Dear readers, I would like to introduce you to the Dolce Vita "Trinity"

(Photo: Saks)

Saks Fifth Avenue: $210

Nika: $210

Revolve: $209

Nordstrom: $199

Moose Limited: $189

Bona Drag: $170

Shopbop: $150

Bloomingdales: $147

P.S. While doing my "research" I also discovered that these very shoes were spotted on Christina Aguilera on the set of Burlesque!

(Photo: Star Style Inc.)

RIP Alexander McQueen: Designer, Dog Lover, and Hooligan

February 11, 2010--the East Coast was burried beneath a blizzard, NY Fashion Week was getting ready to kickoff, and London lost their "L'enfant Terrible." When I first read the news, I honestly thought it was a hoax. Alexander McQueen was a truly innovative designer, and one of my all time favorites. Last week as tribute after tribute popped up on my Twitter feed, there were some wonderful stories about McQueen, that I wish I had read under lighter circumstances. I certainly am not qualified to write a fitting tribute, so below I've posted the ones that do justice. The story from the Wall Street Journal, is probably my favorite and possibly the saddest. I think it's safe to say that London Fashion Week will certainly not be the same this year.

"There is no way back for me now.

I am going to take you on journeys

you've never dreamed were possible."

Lee Alexander McQueen 1969-2010

Wall Street Journal

An Editor's Remembrance of McQueen: The Dog Eats First

UK Daily Mail

A life in fashion: Alexander McQueen was the hooligan of the catwalk who loved to shock - but nothing could take away from his genius

Confessions of a fashionista: the day I shared a taxi with Alexander McQueen and didn't even realize it

NY Mag, The Cut

Retrospective: A Decade of McQueen's Work

Alexander McQueen 1969-2010

NY Times

Alexander McQueen, Designer, Is Dead at 40

Punk Rock Professional

I always knew that somewhere beneath the Theory suits and multiple blackberries, was the same girl that had green and purple highlights circa 1996. Thanks to Pandora, I've re-discovered bands like Less than Jake and Squad Five-O: combine that with watching last night's Grammy's, and therein lies the blame/credit for my ensemble.

Plaid vintage kilt, cashmere cardigan, Kate Spade mary janes--it all started innocent enough. First came the hosiery decision: plain black tights or textured Betsey Johnson tights (found on clearance at Marshall's). Since it's Monday, I thought I'd jazz things up a bit with the textured tights. Ya know, live life on the edge, right? Or something like that....

It was actually looking like I might make it to work on time, when I realized that I couldn't find my black camisole or any plain black tops for that matter. As panic set in, the wheels in my pea brain started turning. I dug through my dresser drawers et voila! You know that feeling, when you chuckle to yourself because you know you're doing something that you probably shouldn't, and if your friends were there, they would just give you the look? Hehehehehehe.

Today, beneath my prim, proper, buttoned-up cardigan, I'm sporting a silver skull shirt; I kind of feel like Abby from NCIS, minus the pigtails and spiderweb tat. If you saw me at the water cooler, you probably wouldn't notice anything different; however, as I rock out in my cube, I know what lies beneath the buttons, and that's all that matters.