Me & Steve & Steve & Me - An Ode to the OG of Shoe Game
by: Mistral Salas
Fashion is either the bane of a woman’s existence or the bane of a woman’s existence. By which I mean if you love the thrill of it, it can get out of hand and lead to a constant state of dissatisfaction. Or if you lean towards the throw-on-what-makes-you-feel-good-don’t-care-how-you-look style, then the topic is a burden. I am 110% the former.
While plowing through magazines and fashion websites a few weeks ago, I had an epiphany. Magazines like Glamour, Cosmo, and those of the like feature designer clothing and fragrances far more than they highlight pieces the average woman can afford. Of course, these designer brands are what influence brands that we all love. They're the source of the knock-offs we buy at a one-hundredth of the cost (think Zara, Forever 21, Top Shop). These magazines keep us in the loop and for that I am grateful. But they also get me to thinking “Dang. I wish I could afford Miu Miu shoes,” AS IF I HAD $950 TO SPEND ON FLUFFY, ANGELIC SHOES.
That same day, I received a box in the mail from the ever-consistent, ever-wonderful shoe brand we all know and love, Steve Madden. Sweet Steve. He could have built his shoe empire on the principle of a minimum price of $400 per shoe, but that man did not. Not even when he and Jordan Belfort* rubbed elbows. Anyway, back to my snail mail. Anytime I get a package I get a rush like a freaking millennial in a coffee shoe (i.e. I have problem). So I opened my gift to myself which I had pre-ordered three months prior upon reading that Steve-o decided to bring back that classic 90s slinky platform shoe. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, you definitely do because either you or someone close to you owned this shoe as a youngster.
I slid my feet in those bad boys quicker than you can say “what are those” and immediately I beamed. My mother scoffed, but reluctantly delighted in me delighting in them as much as I did at age 6. That’s when it hit me: Steve Madden -- a tried and true poor girl’s designer, and above all else, a genius of the shoe realm.
I mean, tell me you aren’t in pure bliss just looking at these.
The word that comes to mind in the previous photo is “crisp” in the best possible way.
The next photo is my best friend at her wedding a couple of weeks ago. Who is she wearing? Steve.
Moral of the blog: Steve slays. Forget designers. Or don’t, but you can’t tell me you don’t admire the heck out this guy for creating a shoe dynasty that women can actually afford. Fact: Steve Madden sells 105 pairs of shoes every minute. That’s a total of 55,188,000 pairs a year (and I’m not including sales, holidays, etc.) And now, a toast to Steve. Raise your glasses, ladies.
*see Wolf of Wall Street. Actually just kidding, that’s a terrible idea. Do not watch this movie. You'll never be the same.