First off, Loewe. I mean, even the name *sounds* fancy. It’s got that…je ne sais quoi. And shoes? Ugh, a weakness. A *major* weakness. I saw something about Loewe boots for women. Classic shapes, they said. What does THAT even mean anymore? Classic? Are we talking grandma’s sensible walkers or, like, a killer stiletto boot that could, I dunno, cut diamonds? I’m hoping for the latter. (Okay, maybe both, depending on the day.)
Then, Farfetch gets thrown into the mix. Loewe luxury shoes, baby! Up to 12 payments? Now *that’s* speaking my language. “Moda feminina atual”? Okay, Farfetch, calm down with the Portuguese. But seriously, fast shipping? I’m sold. Because who wants to wait forever for their shoe obsession to arrive? Nobody, that’s who.
And then, because things weren’t confusing enough, there’s the Loewe store on Greene St in Soho. New York City. Men’s shoes. Artisans. Designer footwear. Okay, okay, so they cater to both genders. Good for them. But listen, men’s shoes? Honestly, I don’t get it. Like, I appreciate a well-dressed guy, but shoes? That’s my territory. (Sorry, fellas.) I wonder if they have, like, tiny, meticulously hand-stitched leather loafers for, like, miniature ponies? I bet they do. They’re Loewe!
And finally, the granddaddy of all shoe descriptions: flats, sneakers, sandals, boots, pumps, loafers… Loewe’s got it all. The Ballet Runner sneakers? I’ve seen those. They’re…different. Kind of like if a ballerina and a street artist had a baby and that baby was a shoe. Sumptuous whatever-else-they-said. Sumptuous. I like that word. Feels expensive.
So, “Original Quality Loewe Shoe”…What does it even *mean*? Is it, like, THE OG Loewe shoe? Or are we talking about some…knockoff situation? I’m gonna assume (and HOPE) we’re talking about the real deal. Because, let’s be real, you can tell. You can *feel* the difference in the leather. You can *see* the stitching. And you can DEFINITELY feel the dent in your bank account.