Her CV includes 'Teen Vogue' and 'French Glamour,' and hundreds of blogs, whose readers track her every footstep–Jane is unfazed, but not immune to scrutiny.
This featurette includes shiny 'boot-y' from her closet [recognizable to readers of 'Sea of Shoes'–her industry-watched blog, described here as, 'One of the most popular blogs on the Internet'].
Jane Bites:
Most hits in a day? [61,000].
Kanye West 'Boot-y call'?
[Yes, but not what you're thinking. Rapper, turned fashion maven and SOS fan was all 'bout business.]
Got shoes? Affirmative!
Exotic, avant-garde; always chic; impossible to find this side of Paris [France, not Texas], Jane's shoes artfully parked in their own showroom–her bedroom closet, await her selection du jour for, either exercise, or their big break–a photo layout in 'SOS,' where one imagines serious late night multilingual bitch-sessions on who has more hits [CDG or AD]? And who's a played-out pump from the early '07s?
[As a reader of 'SOS' (she also posts very occasionally to my blog), I have witnessed grown women, teenage girls, and not a few men comment her posts, combining bliss, agony, deep-green envy, and obeisant supplication, with the rare Jerry Springer-reject thrown in for kicks.]
Jane, with insight beyond her years, and an easy Texas laugh appropriate to them [due in part to her mother, Judy Aldridge, former Japan-based fashion model, current designer and vintage retailer at 'Atlantis Vintage'
http://atlantishome.typepad.com], credits Mom for inspiration and an early initiation by Kabuki [a time-capsule from Judy, stored in her attic, and labeled, 'for Jane'].This three-minute clip [accompanied by awful techno], conceived as an 'human interest peek into Jane's closet,' finds Jane flipping absurdity into Zen pancakes.
Cocksure, not cocky, Jane [with a twinkle] begins, 'If I were a shoe…,' selecting a chic '09 Alaïa 'Maryjane on Steroids' and anthropomorphizing it with only a modicum of detectable bullshit into that which would normally define superfluity, but which here transforms a teenage puff-piece, tabled in Dallas, into a real fashion remote from Trophy Club, where suburban student Jane turns into 'Shoesea' Superhero– "Shoenami J"!
Most 17-year-old young women would have Tweet'd, Facebook'd and Myspace'd this item faster than you can say Demeulemeester. Ms. Aldridge was kind enough to extend me the favor. I'd like to take this opportunity to thank her for her permission to vicariously participate, witness and begin a viral phenomenon.
It's been a learning experience to clock a Ferrari's 'Zero to Sixty' Hits-Per-Hour next to my Hybrid, and I'm humbled.
p.s. While cynical observers doubt this wunderkinds' credibility; it seems that her age is proving just one of her assets in the quixotic, constant flux of the world which she chronicles and inhabits; however, that which fuels the her current flame, will only see her passion prove its limit.
~Nichopoulooza
~mrjyn
