I am having one of those weeks where I am feeling (and looking) hideous. My hair is not working despite having had the most expensive cut and colour of my life, I have a major skin trauma on my chin and, my lower back muscles are apparently in spasm. The physiotherapist has banned me from wearing heels. Of these three “afflictions”, the one that pains me the most is the last. My hair, well at least I can pull it back and pin it up; the skin trauma can be cleverly camouflaged, but my Nicholas Kirkwood heels that always work their magic to ensure that no-one is looking at my blemished face or slightly strange hair because they are just so f*ck-me-amazing, they sadly remain in their box.
Another man who understands completely the transformational power of a pair of fabulous shoes is Christian Louboutin. The Parisian dandy started sketching shoes at the tender age of eleven and those glossy red soles were born years later with a stroke of conceptual genius and a bottle of red nail varnish. His mission is to get us naked….”I like to undress women – not to dress them. You know, like Manet’s Olympia or Helmut Newton’s photographs – naked women with shoes. This is what I am trying to do.”
And this is exactly what he did when he collaborated with filmmaker David Lynch to create the ultimate f*ck me shoes with “Fetish”, an exhibition of five limited edition pairs of shoes alongside five photographs shot by Lynch. Red soles, no knickers.
For something more wearable and less dangerous click on the website which is just as gorgeous and enticing as the jewel box deluxe Louboutin shops. Should you find yourself powerless to resist a purchase, be warned that these are magic shoes, and men will succumb to the siren like call of the soles, “notice me, follow me, desire me.” And you just might find yourself as Mr Louboutin intends…
Red soles, no Knickers.
With love,
Lady Luxe
