Posted on 12/07/03
Forget the bling -- I've become a biker-bar chick
NEW YORK -- It was weird. All the cool shop girls in SoHo were wearing the same shoes. I noticed it right away. After dropping our bags at the hotel we did what any self-respecting Torontonians do within hours of arriving in New York -- we ran out to have a good shop. It was the end of my two-month-long shopping diet and I was in the mood for shoes. But not just any old designer strappies would do, I wanted a high-calorie blowout -- the triple-decker deep-fried Mars bar of footwear. The only criteria were that they had to be like a pair of European-model-turned-call-girl's: beautiful, vulgar and tragically expensive.
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