The luxury of having totally dry feet when it is raining just cannot be over-praised. I have had the same ugly and cheap pair of rain boots for years. I am not quite sure why. But finally, they sprung a leak. After attempting to patch them with duct tape several times and ending up with one dry foot and one soaking wet foot, I knew it was time to upgrade.
I did a post a while back in which I contemplated the vast number of adorable spring rain boots on offering in this season’s shoe collections. I then promptly placed them lower than a lot of other things on my priority list, and dealt with having wet feet for a while. The long and the short of this story is that last weekend I went to DSW and plopped down my hard earned cash for a sweet new pair.
I tried on the same two rain boots for at least fifteen minutes because I couldn’t decide which color and pattern I liked better. After asking for advice from a little girl who had been staring at me for a long while and, I learned, only spoke French, I chose neither. Her very typical French shrug and shyly lisped “Je ne sais pas” decided it for me: neither would do.
I then was caught by the simplicity of these Chookas. I realized I didn’t need flashy chevrons or polka dots in many colors. I needed the classic look of serious black rainboots with brown leather buckle accents. I could stomp through muddy fields and climb over fences or go apple picking or run with the dogs through the wet English countryside in these. Or, you know, walk to class in Boston. But hopefully, one day the dogs and the English countryside bit will find use for these too. It’s Vanity Fair this month, so full of British loveliness. It has me longing to plan a trip.
Now I really should have done a legit photo shoot with these babies some rainy afternoon, using the new umbrella Vogue sent me as a thank-you for renewing.
But I am still down a camera and down some rain too. It hasn’t rained seriously once since I bought these lovelies. Typical. Anyway, here is to hoping for some rain (and a camera to capture it). Happy Friday my dears!
Some of you might be aware I wrote about the ballet Close to Chuck a couple of months ago. The ballet took Chuck Close the legendary portrait painter as its subject, setting much of the action against a backdrop of one of his self-portraits. Even the large-skirted costumes were lined with his self-portrait, whirling and multi-colored as the dancers turned. I had not previously encountered Chuck Close, but yesterday I ran into him again.
Vanity Fair‘s March issue, which I have only just finished because I am a total slacker, featured a series of celebrity photographs by the man himself. Under the heading “The 2014 Vanity Fair Hollywood Portfolio” these photos claimed to show what “as you’ve never seen them before” really means. The photos were taken on a 20 by 24 inch Polaroid, an uncommon and very cool camera. Here are some of my favorites:
Ok maybe all of them were my favorites. There are a few more where this came from, too, but I thought these were the most stunning. I think there has always been this desire to see celebrities as “real people.” As much as we love seeing them as these far off points of light, sometimes we want to know what they look like when they don’t have a team of stylists making them perfect. It makes us feel… possible. Like it’s possible we could really live in the same world with such talented pretty people. From encouraging the famed to take selfies without makeup to loving Lorde for showing us her own un-photoshopped face, its obvious that portraits like these have been longed for. And no one better than Chuck Close to take them.
The man himself.
Since I keep running into Chuck Close, I thought I should share my new love of him with you all and hopefully inspire you to check out some of his work. Hope you’re having a nice week friends!
(Photos all from Vanity Fair)