But I've kind of resigned myself to buying a pair of sandals in preparation for this trip. And if I have to buy a pair, I'm buying jellys, which remind me of running through sprinklers and summertime and the smell of Bonne Bell bubblegum lipgloss. (Remember how they used to sell them in those giant bins? Like rubber balls? Loved that.)

Of course, jellys these days are a lot more grown up and a lot more effing expensive. Ever since Marc Jacobs made the cute and overpriced $95 gladiator version a few summers back, labels from Givenchy to Gucci have been hopping the jelly train. It's a great way to get people to spend $100+ on an item specifically known for being cheap to produce, totally disposable and easily mangled, right? Anyway.

I thought the black versions of these new $150 Gucci Marolas that just hit stores were kind of cute from the bottom with their ghetto-fabulous logo stamp. Perfect for walking in the sand. But they're kind of fug and matronly on top. And, did I mention, $150? But it did get way worse. There were these $160 stunners below that I initially just assumed were from the Shauna Sands Sensible Shoe collection for QVC:

Things were not looking up, but after my exhaustive search for the least-offensive jelly, I ended up finding a pair I genuinely liked. They are See by Chloe. Hot pink. Not totally flat. Thong free. (Hate that feeling.) And they remind me of a pair of neon-pink Givenchy heels I drooled over for months. Sandals I actually want to wear? Apparently anything is possible.

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“Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.” -Ernest Hemingway

French Breeze (Gourmet, July 1961):

There are too few cocktails made with Calvados. And there are too few cocktails made with grapefruit juice. Here’s one with both. Unless you’re a big fan of bitter orange, go easy on the orange-flower water.

Pour 2 ounces each of Calvados and fresh grapefruit juice into a cocktail shaker one-third full of cracked ice. Add 2 dashes orange-flower water and 1/4 teaspoon fine granulated sugar. Shake the drink well and pour it into a chilled 12-ounce highball glass. Fill the glass with chilled Champagne and stir lightly to blend.

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I'm really enchanted with Giles Deacon's pre-fall presentation. Held in a Florence porcelain factory and accented by a metal soundtrack, the whole thing was a fantastically complicated equation. Kind of like:

Julian Schnabel plate paintings x a "Hoarders" episode + raver wigs

Though he is rehashing some spring trends here (electric tangerine, trench-style tops, nude dresses) I think he more than earns a pass for finding a way to inject them with some of his apocalyptic gloom-and-doom and British quirk.

Deacon once described his dresses as "a bit 'We're on, we're out, we mean business.'" And, underneath the industrial Stephen Jones headpieces, excess hair, and chaos, the pieces themselves are classic Deacon. Tough, straightforward and darkly sexy.

I'm slightly obsessed with the trailer and stills from the upcoming Serge Gainsbourg biopic.

But will ever Vie Héroïque finally get an American release date? Let me know if yes so I can change out of my artfully-disheveled bedsheet, climb off this piano and get myself to a theater.

-Martin Margiela's (mostly) white-on-white suite at Les Sources de Caudalie opens. Be warned: it (seriously) includes a red lips sofa. (NYT, pictured)

-Rodarte's new line of cuddly tees and sweats still have art-school cred, obvs. (Coutorture)

-Colette's new cotton-candy flavored macaroons (Fashion Week Daily/

-Is it just me, or does Natasha Poly look just like Denise Richards in this shot? (Jak & Jil)