As a veteran shopper, and of course being in the fashion industry, I had a vague notion of K. Jacques, only because some of my fave retailers—NAP and Matches—carry the shoe, or rather sandal, brand.
But having spent five days in the utterly gorgeous Port Grimaud (about 10 mins from St. Tropez), I can now say unequivocally that in this spot, K. Jacques rules. The line is a mainstay, much like cassis cocktails and Club 55.
A pair of K-Jacques is as important to fashionistas here as Louboutins are to Parisiennes and Nicholas Kirkwoods are to Londoners.
I spotted the buyer of Printemps (the Paris equivalent of Bergdorfs) at a party wearing her K. Jacques gladiator sandals with pride—and a perfect pedicure. Said yet another, the impossibly elegant Sylvie Fortin, “Yes, they are expensive [about 250 euro] but they are worth it. They last forever and I will pass them on to my daughter.”
And for the Londoners work themselves up over Hunters, K. Jacques (whose St. Tropez outpost was visited by Beyoncé, Kate Moss, Queen Rania, Lily Hunter and Naomi Campbell all in the same week) has just come out with riding boots.
Because, after all, one does encounter more inclement weather after departing the south of France.
posted by guest
Aug 21, 2009 11:12AM
Ugh, please, enough with the "St. Trop." I said it in the last St. Tropez post and I'll say it again; "Those of us who actually vacation in St. Tropez call it St. TropEZ. The only people who say "St. Trop" are the ones who actually swim in the pool at Nikki Beach. And that's pretty much just you, a bunch of nouveau riche Russians, and Tara Reid."
So please, stop acting like Tara Reid.