A step too steep
Prada Levitate Wingtip.
I felt a stab to the heart when I first caught sight of this shoe at Nordstrom yesterday (I've felt that stab at other moments when confronted with extreme beauty. Seeing a cluster of Lobelias in Golden Gate Park so vividly purple that they nearly vibrated, was one; seeing Chagall's I and the Village as a ten year-old, another). I've never had particularly strong opinions about footwear, but knew I had to have a pair of these, somehow. How perfectly they combined old school with new school. How perfect they'd be for the wedding I'd soon be attending in San Diego!
I turned the shoe over to check the price, almost as an afterthought, and that hopeful somehow was instantly and brutally demolished. I'll spell out the damage for you, and will even throw in the tax for good measure: Seven hundred and nineteen dollars and forty cents.
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