In honor of purchasing my first pair of Christian Louboutin stilettos in electric blue suede with a fringe ankle strap (second hand of course) for the launch of Coquetas.online , we must discuss my sole connection.
I cannot quite describe the fascination I have with shoes. It is almost a fetish. Not the sexual kind, but maybe a little. There is never enough. I want to wear them, touch them, look at them and maybe smell them, and only the new leather scent of course.
Shoes become collectible in a way most things in your wardrobe never do. Every new pair feels like a chance to get off the wrong foot and onto the right one. Most of my collection is made up of high heels, each pair worn maybe once a year depending on comfort. Frivolous, I know, yet unlike collections of baseball cards, comic books or action figures, these treasures can actually be worn. Even if only occasionally.
And we cannot talk about a shoe collection without mentioning Imelda Marcos, the wife of a dictator of the Philippines. Aside from her questionable morals, she was extremely glamorous, with a closet that reportedly held more than three thousand pairs of shoes. She claimed they were not all hers, that she simply housed the shoes of her daughter, maids and nurses in her closet as well. Yet somehow they were all the same size. Very suspicious. She once said, “They went into my closets looking for skeletons, but thank God, all they found were shoes, beautiful shoes,” when attempting to deflect accusations of corruption.
Our culture around heels has changed a lot. The casual heel and the work heel are far less common. We are prioritizing comfort above all else. But what about glamour. This might be an antiquated take, but glamour cannot come with a drawstring.
I have some heels that are curb side only. These are the drop off at the restaurant and pick up after dinner heels. They are so uncomfortable that only a seated meal can justify them. The luxury of a heel is shaped not only by the shoe itself but by the lack of walking involved. For those reading in California where everyone drives, this might be impossible to understand. For the city girls, this is true luxury. Pure vanity, I know, but some shoes are so beautiful that compromising foot health feels worth it.
Christian Louboutin, the king of discomfort with his red bottoms, describes shoes as the pedestal that holds the body. Starting from the toes, they determine one’s body language. He claims the reason heels are so alluring, despite lengthening the legs, is the shift of gravity from the center to the front which pushes the chest forward and the bottom back.
Food for thought.
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Besitos A