Cruella Stiletto

Cruella StilettoTHE STORY She never needed a weapon. She had an entrance. Cruella de Vil walked into every room like she had already decided how it would end, and the feathers, the drama, the unapologetic excess of her were never an accident. They were the whole point. I thought about what her shoes would look like if she existed today. Not fur. Not black and white. But red and black snake print climbing up a pointed stiletto, and real ostrich feathers exploding at

trailing beautifully behind her

whether it’s on the cobblestones of a hidden alley or the soft shores of the Mediterranean

Keep the rest of the arm clean: no stacking

that dressing for others was the most boring thing she could do with her time

but she doesn't stop there

It is the ultimate detail for those who believe that accessories define the soul of an ensemble

It works against bare skin for a raw

Along the length

a bag that feels both effortless and intentional

the warm brown earth

Inspired by the ancient myth of the phoenix and every woman who has ever walked into a room and made it forget what it was doing

The edges and clasp are finished in gold-plated metal