am i the only one dying at the very sight of the beauties that are balenciaga f/w 2010 shoes?! they're like wearing jumbo blocks on your feet (but some cool, grown-up jumbo blocks that you could build a sexy mid-century modern house with). if only i had 7 part-time jobs and a rich uncle so that my feet could experience the utopia that i'm sure exists inside these shoes. anonymous donors welcomed. thanks.