Venetian vinyl

Down a winding canal in Venice Italy, I came upon an unlikely clothing shop not selling the usual Murano glass goblets and naughty figurines. They sold hip, junior wear and it wasn't one of the usual chain stores you see lining Europe's main drags since the Euro malled the continent (pun intended). This place had great, trendy crap and it wasn't even a Ha und Em.  These clear pink pumps reminded me of the 1960s clear domed umbrellas. The kind of umbrella that could protect Patsy Stone's beehive. I wore these with indigo jeans and a festooned top to see the Yeah, Yeah Yeahs, The Darkness, the Beastie Boys, and Jay-Z at Jones Beach. What an eclectic summer line up. Nearly missed the last LIR back to Penn Station that night. Someone decided to dance in these in the rain and bought them here.