I always love that Paris Fashion Week comes last, because its style is my overall favorite. I’m always likely to covet more shoes from the Paris runways than New York, London, or Milan. This year is no exception. I’m loving what we’ve seen from Gay Paree.
Balmain showed us glamorously embellished boots with heels and patent leathers and filigree swirls that make me swoon.
Viktor & Rolf gave us typically playful and over-the-top mules and sandals that made good use of the SS12 transparency trend.
Sonia Rykiel offered up charmingly wearable simple silhouettes with fun lacing details (and by the way, I’m proud of how closely those last flat ones match the “Pocahontas” Louboutins I scored some years back).
On that note, Jean-Paul Gaultier showed a similar silhouette with this sporty white number.
I give that one a big and central visual shout-out, because much as I like to ogle the awesome heels shown on the runways, I do so love seeing shoes that actually look like I could wear them in style and comfort on a daily basis.
However, I refuse to ignore the gorgeousness (and simultaneous unwearable-unless-one-is-Lady-Gaga-or-Victoria-Beckham-ness) of the rest of the JPG footwear. Behold the pretty!
But wait! Despite the indisputable beauty (go on, I dare you to dispute the beauty of those JPG booties!) seen above, I have saved my favorite Parisian shoes for last. And that collection comes from Balenciaga.
Would that I were in a cleverer frame of mind, I would write odes to these shoes and their squared off toes and their little heel nubbins and their simple primary color palette and their architectural style. If you love these shoes like I do and are feeling more eloquent than me, please oh please OH PLEASE, feel free to share your own odes in the comments to this post. I’m so tempted to promise away my first born for those red ones on the left.