Walking down the most rarified stretch of Madison Avenue last night, between 79th and 68th Streets, I caught sight of these shoes on a small, spinning platform in the window at Christian Louboutin and stopped in my tracks.  Amid storefronts peddling paintings, antique furniture, designer gowns, jewelry, and other massively expensive stuff, this pair had a hot, supernatural glow.

The Lady Peeps, as they’re called, might have been concocted, Frankenstein-like, from all the different things that makes a woman’s shoe sexy: swaggering height, a pointed heel,  figure-emulating curves, dazzling surfaces, and, most of all, a hooker-red sole, which Louboutin is trying, unsuccessfully, to patent.  I know at least one girl (well, actually, a boy) who spray paints the bottoms of bargain-store heels to get the effect.  Would anyone wear these shoes, except on a red carpet, or except Lady Gaga?  If, for a woman at least, each shoe is a balance of function and desire, than Lady Peeps approach pure desire.

On Saturday I walked down Park Avenue to see Will Ryman’s giant flower sculptures “The Roses,” which are installed at the medians between 57th and 67th Streets, up close.  They bring a sense of playfulness to a neighborhood that desperately needs it, but they didn’t hold my attention for too long.  They’re more powerful as drive-by apparitions than as figures.

Far more compelling were the flowers in the window at the Valentino boutique on Madison Avenue.  The House of Valentino is doing flowers two ways.  They’re embellishing garments and accessories with fabric and leather flowers.  (Michelle Williams wore one of these lovely flowered dresses to the Golden Globe Awards last month.)  And they’re making dresses and bags with exquisite flower-printed silk.  Peering into the store, I got a sense that spring was almost here.