MEOW.

Michelle Obama’s Inaugural Getup. A MOST boring conversation… but, I feel I must comment on the shoes… because looking at them made me feel like someone had kicked me with a steel-blue, pointy. kitten-heeled, Jimmy (gag) Choo pump in my third eye.

First… those shoes are ugly. Not hip. And worse, they don’t relate to the Toledo getup at all. Deemed, “fashion forward” by the elite critics, the “twinset” was the color of alien piss and made Michelle’s gorgeous complexion look like Laura put rotten milk in her coffee. The wrong shoes added insult to injury. Kitten heels and Michelle Obama are incongruous. She’s strong. She’s tall. Kitten heels denote fragility. Pointed toe’s are for dominatrix and old-ladies, not first-day, First Ladies. The color, too dark and severe for the buttery yellow warmth of the dress.

I’m NEVER a proponent of “matching”. I would never suggest a “dye to match” shoe for a dress. That said, in this instance, the shoes should have picked echoed the tone of the dress, the beading of the necklace or the green (ick) of the gloves. Shape-wise…the heel should have been sturdier, while retaining a feminine, dressed-up vibe. It’s a tall order… there aren’t a lot of mid-heeled great looking shoes out there. She needed a closed-toe for warmth, and not too high a heel so she didn’t appear taller than The President (oooh… love typing that! The President, The President, The President!!!). Anyhow… she (or her stylist) could have done better. The shoes look like a last minute, “oops, I forgot to get shoes!” moment.

I looked on-line for about 30 seconds and found shoes I think would work better with the dress…(from Barneysnewyork.com – a Louboutin and a Prada)

The problem is that buyers don’t buy mid-heeled, non-sex kitten shoes. We all love sexy shoes… me included, but not to walk in. I have designed countless mid-heeled shoes in the past 5 years… I make the samples, the buyers want “personals” for themselves… but never order them for their stores. Now that the revolution is here (and televised)… let’s ALL start wearing sensible, great shoes instead of frumpy kittens or slutty fuck-me pumps. There is an in-between.

Let’s watch the shoes. Roar.