I can’t remember exactly where I first glimpsed these shoes, which makes me think it was probably during a stoned fugue-state perusal of TheRealReal, but they’ve been showing up in my dreams in odd ways—I’m shopping for them, I can’t find them, I buy them but they don’t fit and I miss my return window, the horror!—for the last few weeks. In my waking life, I’m specifically craving these shoes to go with the scarlet Selkie dress I recently bought for my stepsister’s upcoming black-tie winter wedding, but when I’m asleep, the Louboutins haunt me in a different way than items I’m longing for usually do.
I like clothes and accessories as much as the next person, but I don’t even usually remember my dreams (apart from one very memorable one from a few years ago where I was riding a seal in the waters off of Malibu, but I digress), let alone find …