(I'm hoping this shout out for the family business will appease Tony, as he is not likely to be pleased with what I am about to tell him. The truth sometimes hurts...)
Oh, Tony, Tony, Tony...as you are surely aware, my love and affection for fabulous footwear has spanned the decades, beginning with my Mother's Crocodile high heeled pumps, deep brown, (with matching handbag). Why, I have stopped more than one Dallas fashion maven as she flit about town from the Chanel boutique to her appointment for the next stage of implants, to her obligatory logging of this years volunteer hours at the Chi Omega Christmas Market, each time asking her to pause as I photographed her most stunning footwear!
Yet Tony, with your sense of style and flair for design that would leave Dorothy Draper and Julia Sugarbaker second guessing her fabric choice for the Parlor draperies, if ANYONE can pull off this most questionable of footwear trends, it is you my friend!!
P.S.S. If Tony isn't too mad at me, perhaps I can persuade him to lend a photo of the storied shoes to add to this post.