Charles Jourdan and the Epitome of Swell.

I knew how to move like a New Yorker. Purposeful, determined, no dilly dallying. I never walked much further than 5th Avenue and I knew how to take the crosstown bus home, which delivered me right to my door. These journeys often ended inside Saks. Their shoe department was vast and peopled by gracious clerks who spoke in murmured voices. Bergdorf’s shoe department was pretty nice, too actually. But it was at Saks where I spied my first pair of Charles Jourdan. There was also an eponymous store with a sleek black and red interior. Far too sophisticated and daunting to enter at the time. But at Saks, I could pick them up, hold them, and touch the soft, elegant interior. Beautiful. <a href="https://medium.com/sybarite/charles-jourdan-and-the-epitome-of-swell-403b617b4745">Visit Now</a>