It took me a long time to become excited about shoes, which probably stems back to many an anxious Clarks visit as a child, where my feet would seemingly grow longer and wider between each visit, meaning the pretty 'Girls' section was often out of bounds. If the The Shoe Galleries at Selfridges had existed then, the feeling of dread would have been replaced with wonder. Normally I'm prone to admiring shoes online, but this emporium is like Asos, Yoox and Net a Porter combined, with several rooms housing housing Chanel, Opening Cermony, Office, Rick Owens and as well as far more obscure brands (and even those darned Uggs).
I guess that my current shoe relationship status is 'The Ugly Shoe', the antithesis of the coquettish narrow heel, serving to make my feet as alien as possible. The perfect example are my Alexa wedges, boosting my average height by five whole inches as well as making me feel somewhat badass (at least for an hour or so). If I had unlimited funds to update my collection, I'd definitely go for the Viktor and Rolf tyre-like creations above, though a more likely pairing are these Office desert boots. What's your current shoe obsession? Are you devouring desert boots, wishing for wedges or flat happy? I think I might just be all three.
This is far from your typical shoe department, with several rooms full of character for the High Street, mid-range and designer product. Although I would have to go without food for several years to buy most of what was on offer, it's worth coming to observe the conceptual styles in these accessible surroundings, as opposed to a snooty boutique elsewhere. Have you visited the Shoe Galleries yet? Maybe next time I'll try some on, as opposed to salivating!
Couldn't help indulging in a few photobooth pictures of my new shoe friends and I (it was the flattering lighting that sold me), before I got all teary-eyed and had to leave them on the shelf. Before asking my Mum for Selfridges vouchers for all future Christmases and birthdays, I dragged her and my little sister in for a quick picture as a cute memento. Although my sis at nine years old is the same age as Willow Smith, she's previously shown zero interest in fashion (or music for that matter), but my heart was warmed when I saw she'd chosen some patterned Marc Jacobs pumps for the photo. Is this the start of my sibling's shoe obsession?