Chez Shoes was born in San Francisco, California, to a bohemian yet stylish set of parents, who instilled in her an awareness of shoes from a very early age. She spent her early years in the multi-culti melting pots of Potrero Hill and the Mission District, happily alternating between shashlik and burritos for dinner. She counts the purchase of a pair of Anna of Sweden clogs among her earliest memories. They were white perforated leather and she wore them until she outgrew them. Perhaps longer.
In her late teens, she found herself in Los Angeles visiting friends for the summer who were bound for college at USC. That was over twenty years ago a really long time ago, and she hasn’t left yet. One thing led to another, and after many crazy, aimless years of driving a 1955 Chevy and toiling in the fields of punk rock, she has settled down somewhat and now spends her days working as a web taxonomist in a lovely city by the sea.
Chez Shoes loves, in no particular order: shoes, technology, music, furry little critters, and the West Coast. She counts traffic, status symbols, and tomatoes among her dislikes. She is absolutely, positively not worth a damn without her coffee.
Chez Shoes is unfashionable enough to have been dissed by BlackBook. She considers this to be just fine.
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