There was a girl sitting across from me at Krystof Strozyna. She looked familiar, and not just because I was obsessed with her outfit yesterday, but because she looked like a retro version of Alice Dellal. Cue the killer shoes with red-trimmed soles and a sugar rush from the Godiva chocolates at Chris Kane and I finally realized it must be the model's sister and shoe designer, Charlotte Olympia. Her major platforms complimented newcomer Krystof's geometric collection. He played with thick thread and loose knits over jersey with lots and lots and lots of cut outs before diving into a few neon pieces. His ideas were excellent - the execution, less so. But for a young designer, whom we can only assume lacks endless funds, it was a great success.
An Ode to Charlotte Olympia
LONDON--Britt had raved about socialite Charlotte Dellal's shoe collection Charlotte Olympia, and I had read a few profiles on her in UK glossies, but now that I've seen several pairs of Dellal's shoes close up--at Emilio de la Morena, Henry Holland, and on the designer herself--I'm smitten. As a sensible shoe person--I own very few pairs of crazy heels, and I wear them sparingly--it's difficult for me to understand how people can physically bear to walk in many of them. While I appreciate the art of cobbling, particularly Nicholas Kirkwood's work, I know that even if I could afford those Kirkwood for Rodarte shoes, I would have to put them on display like a sculpture, as I know I would never be able to walk in them, even for a second. But there's something about Dellal's shoes, something almost accessible--maybe the sky-high platforms?--that makes me think I could pull them off.