a thing of bootie is a joy forever

My eye is constantly drawn to black booties. They're so not my normal style but the weather is still sometimes warm enough that I could see myself wearing peep toe booties with dresses and bare legs... sigh. It's so a look I'd love to wear.

These Zanottis must cost a mint - I don't even dare ask. They're just so sculptural, and I love the polka dot brass rings..




And these shapes, also at Zanotti.. something for everyone. So what did I do?



Popped over to Office, in Spitalfields, and tried a similar pair there. I'm proud to say I still haven't bought a thing, and am happily trotting around in last year's plain black riding boots.

What boot silhouette are you wearing now? Booties with heels? Over the knee? Biker boots? Cuban heels? Stiletto heels? None of the above? (Or, if you live in warmer climates, or south of the equator, what shape are you wearing in sandals?)

I love how this season, there's something for everyone. Never in my memory has there been so much choice in footwear. Don't you just love it?

the thing about peep toe booties

A while ago, when I was ranting that there isn't much, if anything, to rant about this season because I just love every fashion trend so damn much, someone came up with peep toe booties, which I kind of agree. (And then, people expanded the rant - or rather, narrowed it - down to 'red nail varnish peeping thru of peep toe booties').



The thing about peep toe booties is that they are totally impractical. You can't wear them when it's freezing, rainy, snowy, slushy, etc (but then again, in black suede, that's ill advised anyway). They really only look right with miniskirts & bare legs. And they're too hot when it's hot, as it was @ LFW.



If this season is all about statement shoes, than what are you stating when you wear them? Perhaps that's the ultimate status symbol: I (or my rich husband/boyfriend/parents/whatever) have so much money, I can afford to waste it on impractical shoes.

Still, I dunno... I kind of love them. What do you think?

Oh and the answer, I've discovered, to the red nail varnish conundrum became clear when I saw the Mystery Blonde jewelry designer in the previous post: go for hot pink!

I don't know about you, but I'm getting kinda bored with LFW shots. I mean, there are tons more I want to show you - and I haven't even got to the boys yet - but I've got to start posting on the other great looks I've seen outside Somerset House. Besides, everyone's on to Milan, and Paris is coming, and I won't be there, and London is so... last week.

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UPDATE: MYSTERY SOLVED!! Mystery jewelry designer is Lucy Hutchings, check out her gorgeous website. Of COURSE. My notes disappeared, lost in the great FW shuffle. My lovely new friend Juliet from Adorn London solved the mystery, and this is HER fabulous new website! (Will post on her soon).

London Fashion Week: Day 1

Hello Boys & Girls,
It's after 10 - past Mr. Dot's bedtime actually - we just got home (I met him @ his club on Pall Mall, we had a quick but lovely dinner @ Pain Quotadien near South Ken tube) and I can't properly got thru the hundred or so shots I took today - man oh man if MY feet ache with my little 3/4 inch heel, I can only imagine what everyone else (some men included) must be feeling right now.





So in no particular order I"m gonna just whack up a bunch of today's shots, unedited and unretouched. I will leave the editorialising for you to do in your head. Or, preferably, as comments. I cherish all your comments!





All I'm going to say is: I LOVE LONDON FASHION WEEK!! It's my first ever - my first day of my first fashion week - and I was so blown away by how nice everyone was, how much fun it was... all these years I stayed away from the fashion industry because I assumed it was all so Devil Wears Prada. How wrong I was. It's much more like Carrie in Sex & the City: or at least that was my experience. Recognise Susie Bubble? She was bigger than I'd expected. I pictured a wee little thing. Altho, like just about everyone but me and a few other photographers running around, her height WAS elevated about a foot, by her shoes.





In short: it's all about the shoes. The shoes were the absolute celebrities today. Mostly very high wedges heeled peep toe booties, in suede. Mostly in black, but the biggest hit were a pair of red suede booties that I've seen on at least two women who were tall to begin with (if I wasn't in such a rush, I'd source it: does anyone know please?)



This girl, by the way, was the first casualty of LFW: a true fashion victim, she actually broke her foot TWISTING ON HER HIGH HEELS!!!




There was also a lot of black. And gold studs. And a lot of people on cell phones.




Oh, and sequins. More sequins than I have room to post here, but trust me, post them I will. All in good time, my pretties, all in good time. I'm pretty sure that the two blondes shown here are both wearing the same jacket, and I bet my bottom dollar (or pound) that it's the Topshop Premium Sequin Blazer, currently available in midnight blue, but I had my eye on it in white, and this looks like their grey/silver model, don't you think? This was very much the uniform, sequin jacket, black leggings and heels, shown here on my new friend Amy. I'm not kidding, I met the NICEST people!

Actually, I'm wondering if this grey boyfriend jacket isn't Topshop also. If it's not, you could certainly create the look with the Premium Satin Longline Blazer which would just set you back 75 quid. (Have you figured out yet, I am SO a Topshop girl!!)





The sun was out, so mercifully that at times I had to take off my Topshop Sequin Motorcycle Jacket (yes, readers, I did get it eventually: we called it a birthday present) and I'm glad I wore bare legs (with black ankle socks & black oxfords from Barneys circa 1995), because at times, it was quite hot. If there were a pool, I'd have dived in. I met so many nice people, and this is only day one. I'm pooped. I'm not saying these are my best shots, they're just the ones I happened to click on.




So on that note, this is Polka Dot, female reporter, signing off. As Scarlett O'Hara put it so well: tomorrow is another day.

xoxo