I knew it the moment I laid my eyes on the polka dot trousers at a flea market last spring: at some point I would have to wear them with my polka dot Comme des Garcons x H&M top. I don't care if anyone calls them a "trend;" dots are eternal. Or as Marc Jacobs, according to the Internet, once said: "I don't think there is ever a wrong time for a polka dot." TRUTH. Now I'm not gonna go off on a tangent about how inspired I am by Yayoi Kusama in wearing polka dots from my shoulders all the way down to my ankles, but obviously all these polka dots do remind me of her artistic language of which polka dots are fundamental building blocks. Lady's got a thing for them spots, and, thus, I will show you one striking photo of her anyway:
And then, just quickly, this haunting picture of and tribute to her by Jimmy McCullough:
But that will be all I say about polka dots, Marc Jacobs and Yayoi Kusama. If you want to look at her actual art work, google iz ur bff.
Then there are things on my feet I wish to talk about. My latest impulse buy: CLOGS. True to the nature of impulse buys, I never saw them coming, but you know how it goes: I was killing time before a meeting - I had ten minutes to spare to be exact - when suddenly I found myself in the shoe store next door checking out their late summer sales shelves. And before I knew it, I was rushing out of the store with these suckers dangling merrily in a plastic bag from my hand. I had to strike quickly because: a) meeting, and b) last pair in my size. As I paid for them, I was painfully conscious of the fact that I was probably going to have to live through the first world hassle of having to return them again. But then they grew on me so fast, I surprised myself by deciding to keep them. They look good with practically everything in my wardrobe and - fanfare - I can actually walk in them. Like proper walk. So yeah. They're from the Swedish company Moheda, and if you're gonna get clogs, the Swedes are your man.