I got this pair of sneakers as a Christmas Gift from friends. They are actually too big but I ended up stuffing them with foot pads. The upper is blue leather with white (not the dingy clay-stained grey in the picture) suede Puma stripes. The best part of this shoe is the iridescent rubber covering the entire heel and sole. The downside is that the gill-like texture of the soles catches rocks like a horse without a shoe. Nevertheless, my buddy has pair too. We walk around like a couple of label-matched idiots.

I was traveling and thought that I'd better take embarrassing self-aggrandizing pictures before all my Christmas Cake went bad, so I got myself to a Taiwanese glamour studio and fulfilled the technical parameters of my girly teenage fantasy. In reality, the purportedly arty portraits fell far short. The only good thing that came of the experience were these sneakers in all their mustardy-acid-yellow suede, indigo plastic and metallic silver mesh glory. I've had people call them ugly. I've had b-boy San Francisco funky types gaze longingly as I traipsed by. No one knows that the soles have air holes for ventilation. That part is my comfortable little secret to dancing all night long and breaking a sweat in a good way. I never wear heels to a party that involvesa DJ.

Cole Haan Sneakers

These are my favorite boots. Not too high. Not too low. They are part of a set custom-cobbled for my Godmother in Taiwan long ago. I ended up with a box full of barely surviving color blocked 80's pumps and
these fantastically colored oxblood-red knee-highs with leather chains running up the leg.

Quite simply, I live in sneakers. The more comfortable the better. I like them lightweight and streamlined. Other shoes necessarily fill in the void of particular fashion occasions, but they have the same prerequisites.