Don't these two Rachel Comey nude espadrille oxfords remind you of sleeping laborador retrievers? I found them discounted pretty deeply at Steven Alan's summer sale in tribeca (incidentally Rachel is hiring an intern! Oh, to be 19 again). It's amazing that I've lived here on and off for 2 years and never happened upon Steven Alan before. All this time we had both been here, not noticing each other. It's got to be clear that I'm as interested in the photograph of the shoe (or nick or the ice cream sandwich or whatever) equally as much as the shoe itself. The tone of this series w. the dried sage is comforting to me, maybe because we've just uprooted ourselves and I'm a cancer, home-bound and sensitive by nature. My friend Alison who writes great blog posts over here at the New Haven review gave me this sage to dry and hang and then burn a little bit of, to cleanse our new temporary space. Here's a pretty detailed link to a sage smudging ceremony (nice name eh?) -- don't know if we'll get as far as the great spirit chant, but we'll do what we can!
Comments