Zara skirt and shoes, Gap sweater, Ray-Ban sunglasses, Marc Jacobs bag
You know how some people say "shoes will be the death of me?" That's how I feel about these shoes-literally, because whenever I wear these, all I'm thinking is, one more step in these goddamn, razor-blade laden blue suede shoes and I will die. They're deceivingly plain and comfortable looking. There's barely any shoe actually covering my feet! But somehow, anywhere the fabric of these shoes touch there's a blood wound underneath. Now, I've resorted to buying packs of band-aids just so I can wear these shoes. For example, in these pictures, I actually have about 7 band-aids of various kinds on various parts of my feet like foot armor. It's like they're angry, like I got the Chucky of shoes and they're torturing me by eating every part of my feet, but really stylishly. There is literally not one portion of my feet that these shoes have not torn through my flesh. The back of my ankles? Check. The tips of my toes? Check. The top of my right ankle? Check. Oh and the top of my left ankle? Check. I even have a wound at the bottom of my pinky toe. My pinky toe! That toe is so small! I refuse to give in however, because these shoes so perfectly matches with this outfit. On a side note, hey Zara why don't you stitch on a lining for these puppies, I'll pay the extra $10 bucks for it. That's how much I'm spending on band-aids each time anyways.
Hermes bracelet, Michele watch, Anarchy Street, Cartier, and my own rings
