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Hu’s Shoes, SHOULD BE YOUR SHOES….

Wow, what a little gem box of bootie tucked on M Street in Georgetown, DC (though we’ve heard that there is yet another location). Ambling through the boutiques–most of which have all the generic flair of Intermix, I had the surprise of stumbling upon the trove of yummy designer brand shoes and bags that are not the Usual Suspect.

McQueen, LeFlesh, T and Co, Martin Margiela –to name but a few–the Buy and Selection is excellent and the gals that own the Boutique– Marlene and Raquel –know their stuff.
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We were initially introduced to Erwin at Elizabeth Arden’s Signature Red Door Salon in Friendship Heights, and while that may not sound particularly hip, Mr. Gomez certainly is! Not only is he a master of all things brow related, he also frequently works with international fashion designers, celebrities and runway talent for shows—in fact, our latest visit with him had followed a session with Messers. Badgely and Mischka in Washington, DC to promote all the black tie requisite for the locals to fete the season in Style.
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I spent the better portion of Last Week recovering from extensive maxilo-facial surgery that I had in D.C. I guess I’m really not supposed to be talking about it (If I could talk without blowing a seam, that is), but in the spirit of female bonding, I’ve decided to do so, anyway. The doctor was recommended by several very lovely women who had benefited from his skill as a surgeon. I think you have to really get to the point where you objectively look at your pictures and think, “EEEEK”……well, maybe more-”I’m not liking what I see” (or, “Who is that Man in my clothing?”) Seriously, I was comparing photos of myself that my sister took in Tokyo with those from a trip about two years ago and I was noticing that my upper lip was looking like the White Cliffs of Dover (Fine on Southern England, but not on ME) I was torn with a fear that I’d wind up looking like Cesar Romero (aka, “The Joker”) on Batman. I decided to take my chances. Still not completely sure, but I can make out my cheekbones again– and, that’s a start. The overall experience was fine (as only something with narcotic anaesthesia can really be….). I holed up at the St. Regis, which is not a bad way to “hole up”. I think I may be the definitive DC critic of scrambled eggs and oatmeal, just waiting for ZAGAT to call. Made a few fashion raids on the city, which IF you’ve ever shopped DC. you’ll note is not the easiest accomplishment.

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