Let us pretend for a brief moment that money is no object. What would you recommend in the way of ultra-chic booties for the fall? —Nan
Manolo says, oh to live in the world where the money is not the object! Where every morning, you could be gently awakened by your ladies maid, O’Brien, Ph.D., quietly clearing her throat as she puts the diamond-encrusted tray containing the civet cat coffee from your hillside estate in Sulawesi down onto the platinum table by your carved ivory bed.
You would sit up, take the little sip and then, eager to start the day, arise, throwing aside the brocaded duvet made from the single piece of natural silk, spun over the course of three years by your own silk worms, laboriously trained by staff entomologists to work as the team of tiny weavers.
“What to wear,” you’d ponder as you stood at the entrance of your 17,000-square-foot drive-in closet. “Might I suggest, ma’am,” O’Brien says,“that you consider mink.”
“Brilliant idea, O’Brien, but white or black?”
“Brown, I should think, ma’am.”
“Make it so, O’Brien,” you shout, and seconds later, Dr. O’Brien is bringing you your three-piece, brown mink Galitzine tunic and pant set.
And if the money were the no object, and you wanted to be wearer of the most au courant, super-fantastic booties, you will need these wedge booties, the Scarlet from the Isabel Marant ($1,560, net-a-porter.com).