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Adele Takes Manhattan

adele madison square gardenAfter a lot of hemming and hawing, debating and discussion, I pulled the trigger to catch Adele’s final performance at Madison Square Garden with a girlfriend.  My ninja like internet skills even allowed me to get the tickets for much less than initially anticipated.  Surplus immediately added to the Jimmy Choo Velvet Mari Heels shoe fund.

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The winged eyeliner alone is enough to consider her a hero, but that voice, those lyrics, and straight up soul, make Adele a certified superstar.  Due to the last minute acquisition and my need to save all pennies for Gianvito Rossi Suede Janis High Sandals, our seats certainly weren’t front and center, but I think anyone in attendance can attest that there was not one bad seat in the house.

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Starting off with “Hello” and ending with “Rolling in the Deep,” there was not one moment to sit down and rest my feet, though my Aquazzura Amazon Suede Heels could have used an intermission.  Which led me to wonder, what was Adele wearing on her feet?  There’s no way one woman, unless otherwise known as Beyonce, could spend an evening belting out tunes in Sophia Webster Suede Chaira Platform Heels.  If I had one guess, it had to be a pair or Isabel Marant  Leo Eyelet Velvet Flats.  I guess two things will remain a mystery about Adele: her footwear and how on earth she achieve perfect winged eyeliner every. single. time.

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Clockwise: Jimmy Choo Velvet Mari Heels, Gianvito Rossi Suede Janis High Sandals, Aquazzura Amazon Suede Heels, Isabel Marant Leo Eyelet Velvet Flats, Sophia Webster Suede Chaira Platform Heels



Shoe of the Week: Over the Knee and Through the Woods

Valentino Suede Over The Knee Booties

When it comes to fall footwear, the over the knee boot is a closet staple and also a closet conundrum.  Yes, the scene of Julia Roberts singing Prince’s “Kiss” in Pretty Woman will never grow old, but those over the knee patent leather boots are a little less charming. So, what is the key to pulling off the look?  Subtlety.  A lower stacked heel, or a flat bottom boot is sexy without being startling.  While black is always a wise investment, neutral tones, grey, and even oxblood can be other outstanding options.  The Valentino Suede Over The Knee Booties encompasses all of these things with its covered heel, subtle stitching, and rich texture.  This is much more mega babe than Pretty Woman.




Trendspotting: Let the Boots Do the Talking


Wouldn’t it be great if you you could rely on one item to pull an entire outfit together?  Sure would take all of the frustration and panic out of those morning closet exercises.  Oh, wait… thanks to this season’s embellished booties, I may have the answer for you.  It’s nearly as basic as elementary school arithmetic.  Jeans + white T + leather jacket + embellished boot = cool girl casual.

Don’t believe me?  Just take a cue from mega babes and style icons Miranda Kerr and Rosie Huntington-Whitely.  From Nicholas Kirkwood to Alexander Wang to Rosetta Getty, this season is all about the the boot.  Forget the walking- these boots were made for talking.


Top L to R: Laurence Dacade Suede Babacar Booties, Sophia Webster Kendra BootiesSaint Laurent Leopard Pony Babies Boots

Middle L to R: Rachel Comey Tilden BootiesNicholas Kirkwood Leather Casati Pearl BootsRodarte Snakeskin BootiesAlexander Wang Kelly Tortoise Heel Booties

Bottom: Toga Pulla Buckled Leather Booties, Rosetta Getty Heeled Ankle Bootie, Altuzarra Callie Ankle Booties


Nicholas Leather Zip Biker Jacket, T by Alexander Wang Classic Viscose Tee with Pocket, R13 Kate Skinny




Shoe of the Week: Ballettonet Chelsea Boot


Ah, September equinox has come and gone.  And with it, it’s left us with cooler temperatures and good reason not to shave our legs (hint: pants).  With it, however, we’ve been left in a state of confusion when it comes to clothing ourselves.  We’re stuck debating whether something is hashtag too soon or just holding on to a feeling.  No one wants to be the girl wearing her winter coat on the first day of school, nor do we want to be the girl clinging to a croptop and a dream.

And this doesn’t just fall under the category of clothing.  One must take into account her footwear.  Sandals seem to be desperate and tall boots just appear a bit Pretty Woman as early as October 1st.

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What is the only alternative?  The perfect booties.  Namely, the Chelsea Boot by Ballettonet.  A simple, yet sophisticated flat bootie designed in collaboration with Jasmin Howell (you may know her as Friend In Fashion), this shoe can easily transition from day– with a perfectly distressed pair of denim trousers, to evening– with the most conscious of bodycon dresses.  Dressed up or dressed down, high shine or matte sophistication, this boot will impress if not not only for its design details but for the fact that it’s a limited edition piece- only 100 pairs made entirely in Italy by the Baccaro family in each style.




Fall Trends: Velvet Underground


Cuffing season is upon us.  And if you’re like me and haven’t found a suitable suitor to keep you warm on those chilly fall evenings, you’re going to need to resort to alternative sources of heat.  Yes, there’s cashmere and corduroy (which made a surprising comeback), but this fall’s front runner is another 90’s throwback: velvet.  And every “it” girl, model, or digital influencer has been seen sporting some form of the fabric- from crushed velvet body suits to the covetable Phillip Lim Kyoto boot.  Mostly seen in jewel tones, there’s a shape and silhouette for every body to incorporate into their fall wardrobes from velvet booties to slinky slip dresses.  Below are a few of my favorites.




velvet-boots-pantsClockwise: Maje Ruiza Velvet Slip Dress, Aqua Plunge Velvet Bodysuit, Free People Funkytown Velvet Skirt, Vince Velvet TeeIsa Tapia Hardy Velvet Ankle Booties, J Brand Skinny Velvet Jeans in Black, Joie Mehira Velvet Blazer




Raising Grace


You know those mornings when you roll over onto your crisp, cold pillow with a slight smile on your face, ready to face the day and then you recall the terror from the night before like a bad dream?  Your blood runs cold and you recall the chaos you may have caused after two too many martinis.  Suddenly, you’re cursing that pleasant morning light pouring in through your window and wishing you could crawl back under the covers.  That is how I greeted this morning.

It all started innocently enough.  Meeting some friends downtown at Spotted Pig for some post work let loose, which turned into at conglomeration of crews at Employees Only, and then somehow, as it always does, ended up a twenty dollar cab ride home from Mr. Purple at 2am.

I feel a brief moment of relief and then the next wave of panic sets in.  Where is my phone?  This is two fold: do I even have my phone?  When I find it, what type of tomfoolery will I find?  I swing my legs out from under my duvet and onto the floor.  Crap!  My feet land directly on the platform heel of my RAYE Lois Heel that I wore the night before on my tour de dirty martini.

After recovering from the shoe related pang of pain, I spot my phone teetering precariously from my lucite coffee table.  I throw myself towards it like a quarterback attempting to save a rogue pass.  I type in my password and am pleased to find no new messages from anyone but my best friend, Phan.  Phew. No harm, no foul.  Just when I begin to release a sigh of relief, I receive an email alert. It’s my boss.  A glance at the email chain and I see that I had some interesting ideas about our latest project last night around midnight.

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No time for crafting up my detoxifying green juice, let alone my normal morning meditation.  A quick scrub of my face, slicked back ponytail, standard black shift dress, and slipping into my Kat Maconie Anna Heels, that have always brought me good luck. I grab my KREWE du optic St. Louis sunglasses as armor and march out onto the street ready to clean up my mess.




I Shoes You

When the weather has become about as indecisive as a woman in an ill lit dressing room trying to decide between two different denim washes, you need a shoe that suits your mood.  The Siegerson Morrison Belin Bootie is a perfect anecdote to the everchanging temperatures of early fall.  This is around the time I start to feel sad for those in San Francisco who deal with bipolar weather ten months out of the year.  When it’s time to trade in the sandals, but you aren’t quite ready to dig the big boots out from underneath the bed’s storage boxes, this bootie proves to be a clever transition for your toes.




Mercury in RetroGrace


I’m looking at my calendar, which I am fanatical about, and I’m specifically staring at the date with a big red star drawn on it.  This is not marking a major deadline or even a hot date, it’s the day that my life will settle down and stop throwing me one crazy curve ball after the next.  This is the day that Mercury goes out of Retrograde.

I know, I know.  I can actually hear some of your eyes rolling.  But for all of those who doubt the power of Mercury in Retrograde, I know there’s an equal balance of you saying, “Mmmhmm.  Me too.”  I’m not some crazy person who bases her schedule around the stars and heaven knows I’ve dated many men whose astrological signs were sure to clash with my own, but I’ve been known to skim the back of Harper’s Bazaar to see what the stars say about the month ahead and I may own a handful of crystal and quartz.  The thing with Mercury is that it has a major impact on communication, which can, in turn, start messing with all aspects of your life from work to finances to friends.  A brief recap of my time spent in retrograde?  Oh yes, I kept account:

  • After months negotiating with an important client, we finally signed off on a contract.  Two days later, their company went bankrupt and announced they’d no longer be needing my services.  There goes all the money I’d been planning to spend on a new pair of Rag & Bone Agnes Boots.
  • The greatest fear of all New Yorkers (other than flying cockroaches): your building getting sold.  My landlord gave us notice that we’d be needing to vacate in the next three months, so I spent the last month scouring the city for another apartment with a closet large enough to house my shoe collection.  Last week, my landlord informed us: false alarm.
  • A stickler for keeping my things pristine, I’ve prided myself on having never cracked an iPhone in the many reiterations from 4s to 6Plus.  As I juggled my iced coffee, Smythson notepad, and cellphone, teetering across Smile To Go in my RAYE Beatrix Heels, I made eyes at the cute barista when some clumsy oaf screaming into his bluetooth (who still wears those?) rammed into me harder than a linebacker during his first pre-season game.  What went toppling to the floor?  Not my iced coffee of course.  RIP iPhone 6Plus.
  • Five blissful months with my beau and one evening after a seemingly cozy fall feeling evening, we strolled home with ice cream from Van Leeuwen in hand, Common Projects Achilles Three Strap Sneakers on my feet, when he decided to drop the bomb that he’d started seeing someone else and hoped we could continue seeing each other as well.  I held onto my scoop of mint chocolate chip and ditched the drip.
  • And if all that wasn’t enough, on my way to a meeting this week, I was feeling quite confident and collected sauntering into the office with my proposal in my freshly manicured hands until I nearly face planted on the conference table as my Pura Lopez Cutout Heels  heeled snapped off.  I decided to make the best of a bad situation and used the heel as a pointer for my presentation.


I know, it’s a miracle I’m still standing- let alone able to complete a full grammatically correct sentence, but here I am like a beacon of light in my Balmain Embellished Heels.  And if you still think I sound like a wackadoo or you just want more info, Susan Miller does a wonderful job explaining it all right here.

Hang in there guys.  I think Drake said it best, “Just hold on, we’re going home.”



P.S. This webpage crashed exactly three times during my writing of this post, causing me to have to re-write it just as many times.

A Graceful Entrance


I’d really had no intention of leaving the house last night.  I was perfectly propped on my couch with a fully charged iPhone, a season of Billions, and a bowl of ramen from my favorite spot down the block.  Then that fully charged iPhone I mentioned started to chirp incessantly, and while I ignored it at first, I saw it was my dear friend, Veronica, who is going through what some may refer to as a “rough patch.”  When I answered, it was hard to hear her, but I could make out, “get here now,” “fabulous people,” “front row,” and when she hung up, I received a follow up text with the address and a lot of punctuation.

I gave my ramen a last glance and knew that it was my civic duty as a good friend to go and meet her.  I wondered if my NSF Shane Pants were wearable and decided they would look quite Wang if I ditched my Euclid Sweatshirt for a croptop and stuck with the slouchy bottoms.  A pair of Schutz Rene Heels tied the look together and I smudged some Stay All Day Liquid Lipstick on in an attempt to make the look a polished form of disheveled.

Deep breath, glance in the mirror, and into my Uber, I went.

A scroll through Instagram: Gigi, Gigi, Kendall, Fashion Week, ice cream, donuts, more donuts, and then I had arrived at my destination.  As expected, it was another Fashion Week circus, bloggers, the photographers who love them, and a ton of frazzled PR aficionados running around trying to corral the crowd.  I managed to slip through the masses only being stopped  few times for a snap before essentially colliding with Veronica.  She handed me a pamphlet and I saw I was here to see Opening Ceremony.  I felt relieved knowing that scraping myself from the couch when I hadn’t wanted to wasn’t in vain.  Opening Ceremony was one of the most sought after shows to score a seat.


The show was amazing, I was able to actually enjoy it from the front row (good work, Veronica), without the nuisance of forty cell phones blocking my view- but we all know the shows are really all about the after party and this was an after party that didn’t disappoint.  Models mingling with muses, artists chatting with suits.  It was the perfectly mismatched mix every fashion PR house hopes to assemble.  A couple of signature cocktails into the evening, I told V that I needed to make my way to the ladies room.  She was engrossed in a conversation with a beautiful man with face tattoos, so I’m not even sure if she heard me, but pointed in the direction I assumed was the restroom.  I made my way through the crowd and was just making eyes with one of the male models when I went sliding, spilled my drink, and nearly face planted on the table of grilled cheese and lobster.  Fortunately, some sort of angel caught me by the arm before I caught a truly humiliating fate.  I looked up to thank my guardian angel and immediately began to laugh as did she.

She said her name was Amanda and she complimented my shoes.  After procuring me a fresh beverage, she mentioned that i might want to put some protective stickies on the bottom of my shoes.  I said she was probably right and joked that I didn’t know how models did it.  She leaned in and informed me that the stylists for the show had used a product called Save Your Sole on all of the stilettos for this very reason. I remarked that stylists were genius and I’d certainly missed my calling.  A bit further into our conversation, Amanda revealed who the real genius was— Her.

She is the mastermind behind Save Your Sole and had been instrumental in this evening’s show.  How could such a laid back Australian babe be so nonchalant about her success?  That’s just the way she is and why we immediately bonded.  I told her about my current working situation and she told me she was looking for someone to help with spreading the good word about shoes.  We exchanged information, gave a quick hug,  and I made my way back to Veronica who was now in a serious relationship with face tattoo.  Rather than rain on her parade, I bid her adieu and found my way to the nearest exit.

And to think I’d almost stayed home.


New York Fashion Week

With a little help from our friends. Meet Grace.

When we opened our office in New York City in 2014 following New York Fashion Week in September, we knew that the team at Save Your Sole was going to be busy in the city that never sleeps.


Over those two years, we have been involved in every New York Fashion Week working with designers, stylists and dressers from Oscar de la Renta to Calvin Klein to Project Runway and Opening Ceremony. In our first NYFW, we worked with over 30 designers with our Sole Stickers to protect the shoes in the shows and keep the models on their feet.


Karlie Kloss at Oscar De La Renta NYFW 2014

Our products are now available at Nordstrom, Manhattan Wardrobe Supplies and Amazon in the US from our fulfillment centre in New York. And our team has grown to keep up with the worldwide demand of our products (did you know we ship to over 40 countries?).


So, please meet Grace. She will be taking over our blog and keeping you up to date on all things Save Your Sole. And also talking about a few of our favourite things each week.

Of course shoes will be a feature. Shops. Restaurants. Bars. Holiday locations. And all things New York.

Follow her journey as she walks her way through New York City.

In amazing shoes of course. Always protected by Save Your Sole.