Though there are many reasons why I think Marc Jacobs ought to have rehabbed besides his apparent LaLohanning, while my gleeful hatred of Marc-y Marc and his mostly designing clothes for 30-something-year-old women who think it witty to style like an awkward 12-year-olds rivals that of my disgust with Frank Gehry—

My reds about the boy genius are set off with the sparkly blues of his espadrilles.  A classic rafia wedge is simply saved from yawns with navy sequins shimmering bright.

Though not bright enough to blind me to this.