Rupert Sanderson for Antonio Berardi.
Tis the stuff of dreams.
Berardi’s been on my radar since back in the Galliano-day.
And Rupert, well you know I have a soft spot.
I pitched up at Rupert Sanderson HQ yesterday, wearing Converse (poor form) high on caffeine (shoedrenalin).
Shimmied my way to the press office and dived toe first into these.
It’s nearly party season ain-it.
I got 99 black-tie do’s and no new shoes.
Nothing a heavy dose of embellishment, a hidden pvc strap and an ankle chafe can’t sort.
In case you’re not fluent in edgy sihouette and killer crystal, peek here
It’ll become crystal clear.
SHOP the LUXE
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