Look at me so witty. I just read Nam Le's The Boat, which is an exquisite book of short stories, especially from a debut author who so easily could've fallen into Interpreter of Maladies-type immigrant-in-america tales. Anyways (and I guess a bit of a stretched-segue), Prada's collection reminded me of the last, title story in the book. If only for the colors and the impending-gloom of it all. And the fisherman waders.
But these shoes! So primitive and amazing. And they're not gothic, where i feel the trend in footwear has been so thoroughly saturated. They're part armor, part aquatic, and part baroque. Only Prada can get away with that.
However, i've worked where i work far too long, since my first response was a deep gasp and the second was, wait, the heels aren't high enough. Thoughts?
