Ah, summertime. When a young woman's fancy turns to....shoes.
Up in SF, I generally spend an eighteenth of the energy I once did pondering my wardrobe; partially because I no longer belong to a career that focuses on clothing, and partially because as a student, I can't afford to buy clothes. However, the minute I arrived back in LA, it became obvious that I needed- no, NEEDED- new shoes.
And not just any shoes. Despite the fact that I found the perfect grey canvas oxfords just the other day (pictured below; from Generic Surplus), which would be light enough to work in the summertime but sturdy enough to carry me through the pseudo-seasons of SF's fall, winter and spring, being in LA for the summer has made me susceptible only to sandals and espadrilles.
JCrew, of course, wily wench that it be, has some flat espadrilles (let us remember my complete and total aversion towards heels) that are calling my name. I'm having trouble hypothetically deciding if I prefer the black, which are classic, or the nude, because this particular summer I seem to be into shoes that give the first blush appearance that I'm not wearing shoes.
I also love these flat Rachel Comey sandals and United Bamboo heels at Gargyle. The former is perfect for the day job I've returned to, and the latter would be to practice being a lady in. I'd obviously wear books on my head when doing so.