i have an embarrassing(ly awesome) admission: i regularly flag down strangers on the street to ask them where they got their bag/ glasses/ dress/ coat/ ring/ chorizo sandwich (no, seriously).  it's great--my total lack of shame has provided me some awesome finds--like that pilot's helmet bag i told you about (brooklyn flea, tall girl in high-waisted jeans, i weaved through a pile of old records to tap her on her shoulder--awesome).  my latest find?  these rag and bone oxford flats.  airport, trendy blonde, i flagged her down from across the beltway.  lately, i'm all about the brogues and oxfords--could you tell?

expect more in this 'stranger style stalking' series--i love random acts of fashion.