My New Valentino Studded Lizard Heels

So Mr. Diabolina knocked it out of the fashion park with my Christmas present this year.  Here he is telling the story. Yes, I may have gotten him liquoured up enough to do a video. One day he'll thank me for capturing his cutness on film.






Amazing shoes AND boy, right????

I'm one lucky bitch.

Mr Diabolina's Shoe Shopping Spree

Remember how my mom treats herself to an ape-shit shopping spree once a year? Well, Mr. Diabolina does the same thing.  Once every five years. Ugh.

It's like I have to remind him he's a big deal litigator on big deal cases now.  That he's no longer the  starving student moving boxes in the summer to not starve.  Like he was when we met 14 years ago.   

My mom is partly to blame. You see, for the last decade, she's been giving Mr. D clothes. Not new clothes, mind you. Gently worn hand me downs.

She gets them from a family friend who owns several well-known clothing companies. Which means he's a baller. Which means he's always shopping, rarely wears things more than once and his tastes run the designer gamut: Hugo Boss, Gucci and Armani.

Yes, Mr. Diabolina knows he is one lucky beotch. And no, he doesn't give me any shopping cash to reflect how much my mom has saved him over the years. Le sigh. 

Mr. Diabolina is also a creature of habit. Since our family friend loves Gucci shoes so does Mr. Diabolina.  So when he actually buys his own shoes, Mr. Diabolina tends to head to Gucci.

A few weeks ago the mood to shop struck him.  So off to Gucci he headed with his two brown fashion advisors in tow. Alas he couldn't find every day or court shoes that he loved.

Except the cutom made section sample shoe.  Which looks alot like one pair of Guccis he already owns. I'm not kidding about the creature of habit thing.

I managed to coax him to check out the kicks at Ferragamo and Prada.  And much to my delight he loved shoes at both stores. Snapped them right up without his usual second-guessing.   I think a new habit has been born ;)

And I don't mind at all.  Any excuse to tag along and drool at all things pretty and Prada I will take!

Even managed to convince Mr. D to let me peep inside Miu Miu.  Where I squealed at every turn and my mom wanted everything. Duh.

I mean how could anyone resist DOUBLE BOW CONFECTIONS!!!.

Men's shoes---even when they're Ferragamo and Prada---don't even compare!

My mom's lucky I was born a girl.

New Feature: Mr. Diabolina Dishes...

So occasionally Mr. Diabolina rants and raves about the most RANDOM things. Kinda like Andy Rooney. Except not on death's doorstep and with less bushy eyebrows.

The other day one of his rants turned to fashion. I listened, bemused, and jokingly asked him if he wanted to be a guest editor on my blog.

The idea probably came from Kate of All Trades who recently had her yummy hubby blog in her name. To my shock and delight, Mr. Diabolina agreed too!!!

So here is his first post of fashion musings.
Please encourage the cuteness with copious comments. Danke ;)

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Last night as I was watching BBC World News, they ran a story about the recent world premiere of Sex And The City: The Movie in London. They showed all the usual suspects.

Kim Cattrall looking amazing for being 50. Kristin Davis who always looks ladylike. And Cynthia Nixon who, frankly, got waaaay hotter after I learned she was a lesbian.

But when they flashed on SJP, I nearly dropped my spoon in my cereal bowl. (Yes, we eat cereal for dinner occasionally. No, we're not poor college students.)

As a character on the show, she has always been more daring in terms of her fashion. Be it those big flowery things (BFTs) she sometimes wears on her outfit, a hat, belt, shoes, bag, whatever.

I’ve actually come to expect to feel a little confused and overwhelmed by SOME part of her outfit. (It's a running joke that Diabolina takes it as a GOOD sign when I "don't understand" one of her outfits. Means it must be high fashion.)

But when I saw that giant potted plant on SJP's head, I really thought she'd gone TOO FAR. Diabolina says she's intentionally trying to be “over the top” but I got feeling that SJP herself was a little unsure of herself. She kept having to hold her hand to her hat to make sure it didn’t tip her over.

SJP seems like the type of person who could wear the most hideous, god-awful, Chico’s inspired look (Diabolina HATES Chico's) and people would swoon. Say she looks great or is starting a new trend.

But there MUST be some point when even she crosses the line of good taste. And I think last night may have been it. She'll likely wind up on the back page of Diabolina's US Magazine. In the “When Bad Clothes Happen To Good People” section. Mark my words.

Don’t get me wrong: the woman is an icon, and I completely respect her influence on fashion, but I feel compelled to express some skepticism about that horticultural hat of hers.

It’s kind of like the little boy in the story who couldn’t help but declare that the King was naked, despite being told that only a fool couldn’t see his clothes. I guess even fashion royalty sometimes make mistakes.

Sincerely,
Mr. Diabolina
Fashion Critic at Large