Cevd and I had something close to a religious experience when we saw this pair of Lanvins in person last week. No, seriously.
And may I just say? The saleslady (proprietress? she had the air of a proprietress) in the slammin thigh-high boots we encountered at Mona Moore could not have been more gracious. She knew we couldn't afford a thing in the place but she let us Oh and Ah without giving us the hairy eyeball or following us around with a Kleenex to make sure we didn't stain the Balenciaga bags with our drool.