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#pfw These Boots Weren’t Made Just For Walking Oh No. No, No, No, No, No, No, No!

It is Anthony Vacarello‘s second collection with Saint Laurent during Paris Fashion Week and it is the second time around that all the girls freak out over a specific item straight from the runway, creating a fuss very well previously planned by the marketing department.

This is a thing brands started to do lately, have you noticed? Working on a single piece that will blow up the internet and not necessarily from the sales’ point of view, but rather of the name, oh! The name is on the lips of every fashionista.

The pieces? More on the lips than on the body.

The heart from s/s ’17 was somewhere around 10k, the boots from f/w ’17 have to be somewhere in the near vicinity. Of euros that is. But after the previous “somewheres”, here come the “anywheres”. Because you could go almost anywhere wearing them.

People around you will be so amazed by them, that you will be able to – in fact! – wear the boots with your pajamas and no one will tell anything anyway. Because here comes the anything and the anyway. You must literally don’t give a fuck while wearing these boots. The model wearing them doesn’t fo sho’. Give a fuck.

She seems not to care too much about wearing them, either. Which is pretty sad – considering- but maybe she’s not that fond of the styling and that’s why the face. I would – probably, the slightest probability of the “probably” itself – be the same if I were to wear this motha’ fuckin’ boots and then the most boring skinny, shiny (and leathery?) jeans along with a silver, shimmering sweater to match my… My, my! Disco boots?! Oh no! No, no, no, no, no, no.

But maybe she just doesn’t give a fuck. She has the boots (even if just for 10 minutes, not 10k) and the rest is… Whatever! Because here comes a “whatever”, too.

And an anyhow. Anyhow, these boots are made for dancing. You can not wear them boots and not dance.

My mind is dancing as we speak now. See? This is the effect this kind of clothes and shoes have on oneself. It makes one’s eyes roll and take the shape of the heart. Precisely the shape of the former Saint Laurent “it” piece.

Eat the heart and dance.

Wear the the heart, be the heart!

Whatever!

Just dance!