At the Barnsdall wine tasting, Hollywood, CA.
If you look closely at the above photo, you will see that yes, I am wearing four-inch heels in the grass (no one told me the event was being held in the wilderness). This went poorly, although the gentleman running it did thank me for aerating his lawn. These shoes, I soon learned, are for getting in and out of cars and walking slowly and carefully into restaurants and back out again.
Thanks to said shoes, I experienced cataclysmic falls twice within the next two hours: once while walking down the street (Paige rescued me from a full-on face-plant), and the second time while at our sushi dinner. I got up to use the bathroom and ended up depositing myself in the soy sauce (and lap) of the lady dining at the next table over. It was not one of my best moments.
On Jordan: Vintage slipdress, Walter blazer, Bakers shoes.
