You remember that post I wrote about shoes being b*tches, right? Well, meet the newest member of the family: Studded Zara b*tch! We met on a hot and sticky afternoon in Portal de l´Angel, Barcelona baby. My friends were there too and although they didn’t get along at first, my girls saw the good in them afterall. We walked home together, hand in hand. And I knew from that moment, it was going to be a love story never to be forgotten…

…How could I even forget?! We went on a date – read: I wore them to LFW, day one only - which went disastrously wrong. They weren’t really feeling any love, although they got lots of camera attention. I was proudly walking my way through on those damn cobble stones. You know, the kind of proud where you walk by a bunch of girls and do the He’s mine girls face? Well, in this case, they are. The shoes couldn’t care less… and they clearly outed it on me. This was more than a case of sore feet. This was actual blood, sweat, anger and tears. So, we decided to call it off. We went home together but didn’t say a word… Until I asked them friendly to pose with me on these pictures, before asking them out on a date again.

To be continued…