Well it is in New York, anyway. So I have loads to say on the city- the shopping, the insane coolness of the
Ace Hotel, the wacky iron or fiberglass anthropomorphism perched
precariously around Madison Square Park in the form of naked male statues by
Antony Gormley. It's all too much and it's wonderful and I'm overwhelmed but
shall post about these things and more at some point. However, let's talk about my feet. My aching freaking feet. I've been an
avid indoor cyclist and yoga devotee for some time now, as well as a regular
flip flop wearer. Some chicks won't go out without heels- I am quite the
opposite. The flatter the shoe the better for me. I love to feel grounded I
suppose. And I'm a tragic klutz. But back to the feet. I'm walking around New York like an old bag. It's sad.
I have been looking for comfortable shoes forever now and can't find
anything I like. At all. I have an aversion to wearing sneakers outside of
the gym. It all stems from a French boyfriend in the college days who told
me it was tacky for women to wear sneakers. Sacre bleu...what's a girl to
do? I disagree, however. A lot of chicks look mad cute in kicks. Just not this
gal. I can't pull it off. I feel like a clown. I even bought a chic, slim
pair of Y3's and still feel so not right in them. I then bought some soft
Dr. Scholl's jobs and they still hurt too. Then I bought these really cool
Bass oxfords, which are marginally better, but still not quite there. Which brings me to yesterday. I got my hair cut (and I mean CUT) at my fav
spot in town with the best girls- Siobhan for cut and Ellie for color over
at Arrojo Studios on Varick (big ups to those two. I love them to death). I'm sitting there with a glaze on my head when I spy a killer pair of white
leather moccasins on a girl getting her foils taken out in the shampoo bowl
next to me. I'm staring and practically drooling on them so much so that she
shoots me a nervous look. I tell her I am mad for the mocs and ask where she
got them. She whispered it to me (think I was intruding a bit) and all I
caught is they were custom made in Vancouver. That's all I needed really.
We have Google forensics to thank because I immediately typed in "Moccassins
Vancouver" as soon as I got home. And there they were. Enter Ken Diamond and his amazing mocs, all custom made in Vancouver and
constructed of either deer leather (the Koko) or elk leather (the Thomme).
Sorry PETA. These suckers are so cute I could die. And they look comfy beyond belief. I
know they offer no real support but still... I keep picturing them with
skinny jeans, shorts, mini dresses, ethnic tunics- you name it. These may
make my feet very happy. They will not make my wallet ecstatic though. After
all, hand braided kangaroo laces don't come cheap, bebes. We're talking
about $425. But they are all custom and handmade and take about a month to
craft. Love that. Love things made by hand. And love the fact that in New
York, you can find things that inspire you while straining your neck in a
shampoo bowl. Inspiration is everywhere here- that's why New York is "New
York" my lovelies. You only need to look around and BOOM. And that's what's afoot this cloudy, chilly, and painful Tuesday in
Manhattan. XO For more looks at the mocs and the other handcrafted leather candy of Ken
Diamond go to http://www.kendiamond.com/
Ace Hotel, the wacky iron or fiberglass anthropomorphism perched
precariously around Madison Square Park in the form of naked male statues by
Antony Gormley. It's all too much and it's wonderful and I'm overwhelmed but
shall post about these things and more at some point. However, let's talk about my feet. My aching freaking feet. I've been an
avid indoor cyclist and yoga devotee for some time now, as well as a regular
flip flop wearer. Some chicks won't go out without heels- I am quite the
opposite. The flatter the shoe the better for me. I love to feel grounded I
suppose. And I'm a tragic klutz. But back to the feet. I'm walking around New York like an old bag. It's sad.
I have been looking for comfortable shoes forever now and can't find
anything I like. At all. I have an aversion to wearing sneakers outside of
the gym. It all stems from a French boyfriend in the college days who told
me it was tacky for women to wear sneakers. Sacre bleu...what's a girl to
do? I disagree, however. A lot of chicks look mad cute in kicks. Just not this
gal. I can't pull it off. I feel like a clown. I even bought a chic, slim
pair of Y3's and still feel so not right in them. I then bought some soft
Dr. Scholl's jobs and they still hurt too. Then I bought these really cool
Bass oxfords, which are marginally better, but still not quite there. Which brings me to yesterday. I got my hair cut (and I mean CUT) at my fav
spot in town with the best girls- Siobhan for cut and Ellie for color over
at Arrojo Studios on Varick (big ups to those two. I love them to death). I'm sitting there with a glaze on my head when I spy a killer pair of white
leather moccasins on a girl getting her foils taken out in the shampoo bowl
next to me. I'm staring and practically drooling on them so much so that she
shoots me a nervous look. I tell her I am mad for the mocs and ask where she
got them. She whispered it to me (think I was intruding a bit) and all I
caught is they were custom made in Vancouver. That's all I needed really.
We have Google forensics to thank because I immediately typed in "Moccassins
Vancouver" as soon as I got home. And there they were. Enter Ken Diamond and his amazing mocs, all custom made in Vancouver and
constructed of either deer leather (the Koko) or elk leather (the Thomme).
Sorry PETA. These suckers are so cute I could die. And they look comfy beyond belief. I
know they offer no real support but still... I keep picturing them with
skinny jeans, shorts, mini dresses, ethnic tunics- you name it. These may
make my feet very happy. They will not make my wallet ecstatic though. After
all, hand braided kangaroo laces don't come cheap, bebes. We're talking
about $425. But they are all custom and handmade and take about a month to
craft. Love that. Love things made by hand. And love the fact that in New
York, you can find things that inspire you while straining your neck in a
shampoo bowl. Inspiration is everywhere here- that's why New York is "New
York" my lovelies. You only need to look around and BOOM. And that's what's afoot this cloudy, chilly, and painful Tuesday in
Manhattan. XO For more looks at the mocs and the other handcrafted leather candy of Ken
Diamond go to http://www.kendiamond.com/
