When I was first living in Manhattan. I used to live around the corner from this awesome shoe store called ECCO, it’s no longer in existence but I used to go there all the time just to sort of window shop and fantasize because they were expensive and I couldn't really afford much of anything but one day they were having a sale and I saw a pair of shoes that I just thought were the most elegant shoes I'd ever seen. They were flat black very very soft Italian leather with a leather bow on them and I fell madly in love with them. Madly in love with them.
I was a size seven and a half and it turned out they had only one pair left in the entire store—but one of the shoes was a seven and a half and the other was a seven—but I bought them anyway because they were the most beautiful shoes I've ever seen. And so the next couple of years I wore them all the time. And one shoe was always smaller than the other but I still loved them more than anything ever and wore them to death. I mean, I literally had the soles repaired a few times. And then finally, it was just time to say goodbye. I've never actually found another pair like it until I was in China a few weeks ago and we went into this little shop in China. Though my host and I and I found a pair of shoes that were kind of similar - Not quite, but almost, and of course I bought them. So that was about 30 years ago that I found those shoes and it took me 30 years to find them again.