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Spring Fluevogs Arrive

March 29, 2008

Spring’s a-coming!

It’s certainly not the weather that indicates that things are looking up, season-wise; it snowed today.  Instead, the calendar is marked in more Voggy ways: the arrival of new Fluevogs.

Fluevog.com has a couple of pages of the new stuff, mostly boring men’s stuff, orthopedic sandals and a relatively cute boot that comes in far too many variations upon the theme of ‘brown’.  The motherload is at Zappos.

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I’m unconvinced by the candy cane heels on the Blind Faith Nicolette.  The Teapot Yunnan is a tad straight-jackety.  The Ashbury is giving me ‘Nam flashbacks to those dreadful Diors Sarah Jessica Parker is wearing in the Sex and the City movie stills.

At least I adore the blue and brown Mini Pipsqueak (and hope it will come out in even more ice-cream colours).  And the purple Memories Truly is pretty cute, even if a bit too cutely pretty.  And satin.

Spring forecast: Partly sunny.

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UPDATE: Ooo! Even more new season styles can be spied in the snapshot of the Fluevog Gastown Opening Party here.

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Fluevog Spotlight: Angel Gibson Swirl

October 8, 2007

The comedy tie is care-worn and aged, and no-one wants to see the comedy boxer shorts.  How’s a conservative dresser supposed to show his wild and crazy side now?

The answer is the Gibson Swirl.  Preferably in Burgandy Rub-Off.

This shoe will pass muster as a boring oxford, but can also be waved around as evidence of a deeper layer or two.  A hint of wild.  A touch of crazy.  A smidgen of Fluevog.

The Gibson Swirl is perfectly lovely, in either the shoe or the Derby Swirl boot.  It may not be the most interesting Fluevog in the rack, but it’s a supremely adequate representative of the genre of The Straight Boy Vog.

And of course, like all Angels, it resists alkali, water, acid, fatigue and Satan.  You can’t lose.

Verdict: I wouldn’t marry this shoe, but I’d show it a thing or two in the sack.

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A Black Fluevog is a Wasted Fluevog

October 4, 2007

 

Tamasin Day-Lewis discussed her Manolo Blahnik obsession the other day in the Telegraph (via Manolo The Shoe-Blogger).  This incredibly eloquent daughter of a poet-laureate hasn’t bought shoes by anyone else in thirty-five years.

Stop. Pause.  Think.  How long has it been since you’ve bought a pair of non-Fluevogs?

I’m safe, my transgression is fairly recent.  (Just don’t ask me how long it has been since I paid full price for a pair of shoes that weren’t Fluevogs.)

The article is a beautiful read, to wallow in both the words and the gorgeous shoes.  But my favourite bit is this:

Then there were the purple ankle boots, so dazzling that you could see them coming round corners before me, which I called my Mick Jagger boots. Jamie, who has worked in the Manolo shop so long that he has become both shoe mentor and friend, told me in no uncertain terms when I hesitated over the colour, ‘You don’t come to Manolo to buy plain black or boring. These are the ones you’re having.’

If you don’t go to Manolo for plain black and boring, you certainly shouldn’t go to Fluevog.

A Fluevog’s best aspect is never in black.  A Fluevog should always be some surprising, outlandish, uncomfortable colour.  A Fluevog should always be noticed.

Black is safe.  Fluevogs aren’t safe.  Red is gorgeous.  Green is amazing.  Purple is magnificent.  Black is boring.  (And brown is gross.)

It kills me to browse to the Fluevog page on Endless.com (i.e. Amazon in a pretty dress) and see Endless black.  Their index page must favour the top colour sellers, which goes to show you how many people are wasting their Fluevog dollars.  Think orange.  Ponder teal.  Skip black.