Pierre Hardy and I...

...united at last.

When I worked at Satine, I would die over each new pair of Pierre Hardys that we got in. Those grey suede peep-toes with the gold net? I DIE. The white and tan strappy sandals that looked like they should live on Carmen Kass? I DIE MORE. But they're all (like Chloes and Loubies), so teeteringly high that they'd make me die more literally. Doesn't prevent me from trying them on over and over and over, though. Ask Dieu, she's had to sit with me for hours at Decades doing just that. Oh, Pierre.

BUT CHECK ME OUT NOW. Thanks to great good fortune and stars aligning and so on, I'm wearing the most pristine grey suede Pierres. Normal heel height, which I've never seen before, and the most beautiful grey kitten fur color. I put them on as soon as I got home this evening, wore them to eat rice cakes and read about renovating French chateaus, wore them outside to yell for the cat, am wearing them now, and will wear them to the Gold Room for Tita's night in a few short mins.