Images being burnt in the brain quite frequently happens with me.  Images from Grazia magazine being burnt in the brain however isn't that recurrent (unless, you're talking about that  pic of me where I look orange that will forever haunt me).   However, this week, their fashion spread features quite prominently THOSE Pierre Hardy white sneaker stilettos styled in the sort of way that I'd wear them if I got my mitts on them.  I also learnt that Gareth Pugh is doing the most fierce motorcycle fingerless gloves and that Emporio Armani does pale green bloomers but going back to THE shoes.

If there is one reason that I'm glad I'm not in Paris for fashion week this week, it's that I don't have to bear the pain of walking past the Pierre Hardy store in Palais Royal, whilst lamenting my fiscal inability to procure said shoes.  So I'm just going to have to throw a sneaky wish, something that I don't do that often, which is to implore a high street retailer to push out a knock-off version.  I quite literally cower as I type that because for shame on me for wanting such a thing.  It's just that.... well....£610 for a pair of those Pierre Hardy beauties is too much to swallow.  I could just about handle £300, £400 at a real push but above £500 is a no-go.  I don't make knock-off requests often.  I really don't.  My theory is if I can afford it then that's great, if not, then I look elsewhere and do my own thing, DIY/vintage or otherwise.  But I see these shoes as the finite solution to balancing out any prettiness/romance/girliness that floods into the wardrobe as well as being a fantastic focal point on their own. 

Or else...a wholesale/press discount would do very nicely if such a thing exists...