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In ELLE’s series Clothes of Our Lives, we decode the You don’t stop riding when you get old you get old when you stop riding shirt Besides,I will do this sartorial choices made by powerful women, and explore how fashion can be used as a tool for communication. Below in her own words, Bushnell recalls how her future was forever altered by (what else?) a pair of Manolos. It’s a very Sex and the City story. I have a girlfriend—I called her Amalita Amalfi—and she was one of my many friends who I had started writing about in the ‘80s, which is when I started writing about my Samantha, my Charlotte, my Miranda, and dozens of other women. Not everything that’s on the TV show is entirely accurate, but [Amalita] is a very close friend of mine, and she was a real fashionista. She was obsessed with clothes and shoes. Manolo Blahnik wasn’t really known outside of fashion circles at the time, and she was just crazy about them. One day—coincidentally, when I was going to interview for a column at The New York Observer—she called me up and said that these amazing boots had come in and I had to run to Manolo and get them immediately. She was like, “These boots are gonna be magical. You’ll see. If you get these boots, your life will change.” She wasn’t kidding. Being that this is New York, where we all need our little bit of luck, I went to go find them. They were black patent leather boots with a pointy toe, and they were super, super chic. When I found them, they miraculously had them in my size. They were also $600, which, at the time, was really a lot of money. I hate to say this, but now those boots would probably cost $1,500.



Back in the You don’t stop riding when you get old you get old when you stop riding shirt Besides,I will do this ‘90s, New York was a place where your shoes really mattered, because people judged you by your shoes. There was a saying that when you went into a restaurant, the maitre d’ would look at your shoes. Designer only existed in Manhattan, London, Paris, and maybe Chicago. It’s not like today where it’s everywhere. It was a sign that you belonged to this elite group of people “in the know.” Those kinds of things were important signifiers. Fashion doesn’t work like that anymore. Everything is more widely available. I think [Amalita] always had high hopes that I would meet some society guy; instead, I bought the boots and had an interview with The Observer to be a gossip columnist. I was literally carrying the shoes in a shopping bag! I did not get the job, so I put the boots away, and then the editor-in-chief called me and offered me my own column. For the first piece, I wore the boots and went to a sex club called Le Trapeze, where a photographer took a picture of me standing on top of a pile of garbage in a towel wearing them. That was the beginning of Sex and the City. I guess they did bring me luck.


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