After shoe repair standby Superior announced it was closing in December, and the sudden shuttering of Liberty Shoe Service back in August, lots of Philadelphians wondering where the heck they should take their shoes now. So we called up some of the people who would know best: The owners and staffers of Philly’s best shoe stores. Here is where they go — and where they send their customers. Read more »
Our discerning editors have culled the best-of-the-best gifts available in Philly. Each day until Christmas, we’ve reveal our 25 top gift picks to suit everyone on your list. Happy shopping!
A few years ago, smoking slippers overtook the ballet flat as the chicest way to go sans heels—and it doesn’t look like it’s going to be changing anytime soon. C. Wonder’s cheeky embroidered versions are the ones to give this season. They’re quirky without being trite, and they look smashing with jeans.
I have a pair of Hunter rain boots that I pull out every time it rains. They are over-the-knee, sand-colored Wellies, with a chunky heel and laces that criss-cross up the entire front of the boot. These boots are kick-ass, puddle-stomping, I-fear-neither-rain-nor-sleet-nor-apocalypse boots, and I love them. (So, too, does everyone else: Men, women and children have complimented these boots; I believe animals and newborns would, too, if they could talk.)
As I received yet another compliment on the boots this morning—this time by a friendly, non-creepy man on my train, who always has his nose in a newspaper and is certainly not the least bit interested in fashion—I decided I’d spread the love and tell you where you can get your own pair of Kick-Ass Puddle Stompers. Sadly, though, they are not available any longer … but these are, and I think they might be ever cooler.
J.Crew—maker of ballet flats worn by all—has sprinkled even more quirkiness into its collection with the help of British shoe designer Sophia Webster. (You might remember her name from my post about these insanely awesome winged superhero shoes.)
The holiday collaboration launched just last week, and it’s pretty much every party shoe you could ever want.
I buy expensive shoes in entirely the wrong way. Instead of investing in proper, wear-forever classics like black Louboutin pumps or ever-chic Chanel flats, I throw caution to the wind and splurge on shoes with poofs of fur, or hearts all over them, or impossibly high gilded wedge heels. When it comes to buying high-end shoes, for me, the more impractical and fantastical, the better. (I repeat: This is not the smartest way to go about stocking your shoe closet.)
I suppose this is why I’m so drawn to Sophia Webster‘s offbeat collection. The London-based designer dreams up shoes with crazy color combinations, pom-poms, tassels, dizzying patterns—and, now, wings.
Right now, I can’t get enough of boots. And not ankle-grazers, or even knee-highs. I’m talking boots that stretch over the knee and creep up your thigh. The idea of them sounds overtly sexy—black leather thigh-high boots!—something my mother would deign appropriate only for a “streetwalker.” But it’s precisely their full coverage that makes them so easy to wear. Throw them on with a long tunic and they’ll act almost like leggings; pair with them with a miniskirt to keep your look just sexy enough (in fact, some of our style experts say that boots allow you to wear minis into your forties and fifties!); or wear them with a midi skirt for warmth come winter. Thighs, all eyes on you.
Go on. Give your strappy sandals one more spin around the block. Then set your sights to fall footwear, which is just as covetable. My pick for fall’s best boots? These beauties, which are more like heavy-metal jewelry for your feet, and who doesn’t want some of that?
This week, from Thursday through Sunday, Queen Village’s beloved shoe boutique Bus Stop is having a “mini” warehouse sale, which, if we’re being honest, doesn’t actually feel quite so mini.
Here are the details: An entire wall is filled with last-chance pairs for men and women, discounted at up to 75 percent off.
It’s been the summer of the mankle.
Let’s backtrack: Two summers ago, UK’s Daily Mail wrote about “the rise of the mankle.” The mankle trend — a portmanteau of “man” and “ankle”, obviously — was blamed on Jude Law. The Mail helpfully noted that “[s]ocks are suffering as the mankle increases in popularity; sales are down by 4% for the retailer.”
This summer the mankle trend spread, Beatles-like, to America. I first noticed it in a New York magazine article by Allison P. Davis, “Men, Throw Out Your Socks: It’s Mankles Season.” I am not exaggerating when I say this is one of my favorite pieces of the year:
At a recent happy hour with a guy friend, I mentioned that another friend (attractive, female, single) might be joining us. His response: “Julia’s coming by? Let me take my socks off.”
I first posted about the collaboration between Edie Parker and Del Toro back in March. Luxury e-tailer Moda Operandi had just opened its pre-order list to score the line, called M’Oticons, which featured velvet slippers and acrylic clutches emblazoned with emojis. The emails between my fashion-minded colleagues and me flew back and forth with relentless abandon:
“These are amazing.”
“OMG, they have the red dancer lady!”
“I want the monkeys.”
“I wish they weren’t $340. Sigh.”
And then our photo director, Jess, chimed in:
“I BOUGHT THE SMILEY POOP!!!!!!!”