To: 10022-SHOE, Saks Fifth Avenue

From: The Man Repeller

Why choose one pair when you’ve got four limbs that would graciously accept such honorable adornment? Finally, at the mother ship, Saks Fifth Avenue.  I’m Dorothy today and there’s no place like home! See you on 8!

To: 10022-SHOE, Saks Fifth Avenue

From: The Man Repeller

Finally, the week comes to a close and my legs find themselves in yet another compromising position. This time, riding solo past what I call one of Manhattan’s most majestic museums.  Fitting that I pass so many Italian Masters, wearing a divine pair of Valentinos.  Wherever could I be? Name that NYC zip code!

To: 10022-SHOE, Saks Fifth Avenue

From: The Man Repeller

Midweek work pangs and so, a 7” heel is de rigueur to hoist my spirits and improve air quality, naturally. Wednesdays always call for a little downtime. I just hope some cured beef doesn’t fall flat on my head, or worse — my shoe. The horror. I’m in the only Manhattan zip code that simultaneously embraces my Burberry Prorsums and carnivores. Name it. 

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To: 10022-SHOE, Saks Fifth Avenue

From: The Man Repeller

Yesterday started out stuffy, but without traveling too far I made my way to a neighborhood more properly…me. Nothing says Man Repeller like McQueen on a day-glo bike. Am I right? Just hope that I don’t crash into the little kids roaming around in their darling little hipster-in-training get-ups. Think stripes, leopard print and tutus. Can you figure out what Manhattan zip code I’m popping wheelies in?

(Source: 10022-shoe)