I may have an unnatural love for all things 1970s, but clogs are the one exception. Well, and leisure suits on men. And women, although if you're Angie Dickinson in Police Woman or Teresa Graves in Get Christy Love, takin' down the bad guys with your bad ass self while never once smearing your lipstick, you get a pass.
Look, I like a bold shoe. But there's bold and then there's barf ass ugly. And when it comes to the Grand Canyon-sized memo on the distinction between the two, Chanel, apparently, didn't pick up its messages that day.
Because this is what it trotted out to pair with its exquisite suits this spring.
One has to wonder, what was the inspiration behind these shoes? The National Swedish Field Hockey team? The Lithuanian Milkmaids Consortium? Mr. Ed?
And who, I want to know, is responsible for letting that inspiration wreck havoc like a toddler off its meds in a candy store?
"My dahlings. Fear not. Fashion, it is the banana on the split of life. It is the boogie-oogie-oogie to the rhyme of my reason. It is the strawberry fields under the bubble gum of my shoe. "
Oh. Right. Never mind.