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So notwithstanding the que ridiculo pricetag, I'm happy to see uber fancy shoes with a super walkable wedge. I just hope that someone with a bit of integrity in their quality decides to knock this off, instead of the f-21 nonsense.

Don't get me wrong! Sometimes I dream about this weird discount shoe place somewhere in L.A. where all the stuff I've lusted after for the last eight months is marked down to like $90 plus it's in a euro 40, and these improbable ankle-butchering cuties will no doubt make a cameo appearance the next time I eat too much ice cream before I hit the hay and am all preoccupied in my snooze. But that is one gargantuan heel. And $830 is, you know, a lot of dough. Sam Edelman has a more or less true-to-feeling knockoff at zapp's for an even c-note. In different colorways natch.

Good gravy! This green patent thing is everywhere all of a sudden. This is definitely a dressier take, and while I wouldn't necessarily shy away from buying* them for my own two tootsies, I wouldn't be able to hoof it to work in them everyday (or, like, ever). But they are awful pretty. *I'm talking at a majorly reduced, ebay-gold-ribbon-winner-purchase kind of way, not for $600. Heavens no!

I just love chunky platforms. The dark leather with the rich bronzey wood is excellent, and the slingback strap is a bit on the petite side, but still: really lovely.

Even in not one, but TWO shades of bubble-gum pink, I am all over this. Just call me Auntie Hubba Bubba.

I so dig all these neutrals together--the slightly greenish grey, the off white, the tan-orange-y woven fiber of the wedge-platform. I'm all about these for funky summertime wear.

I'm ever the sucker for a tapered platform--love that mess to death. And we advance to the double-bonus round because do you see that heel? and how it's not like four inches high? W00+.

Every time I see little strips of leather twisted one-half turn and secured at both ends, I always think of this pair of hot-pink-and-black L.A. Gears I had when I was in elementary school. This is a pretty far cry from those sneaks, but I guess it's nice to know I still draw some corollaries to my ten-year-old self now that I'm all up in my late twenties.

Love this funky mess. It's just too bad, and for the best, that I would never own something like this, at least not at $700 dollar-idoos.

Can you say hi-maintenance?? For real; all that strappy business is directly coordinated with how snooty your pre-dinner cocktail is. You couldn't settle for a sidecar, or even a manhattan in these suckers--it's all about some syrupy top-top shelf choco-tini. Which, in case you're footin' the bill, I can totally splurge on every once in a while.