A pair of shoes can simply change your day. Really. Look what happened to Marie Antoinette. Those exquisitely lined shoeboxes with sumptuous brocade, jewel-encrusted slippers in marvelous colours, were indeed the icing on the cake. Cinderella, in a charming deceit, leaves a glass slipper behind, taking our prince on a romping road trip around the countryside. The Wicked Witch of the East, dies in a tragic house falling, which bequeaths the dazzling ruby slippers to Dorothy, sending her on an inspired journey down the yellow brick road. Shoes are deep. Were the Manolo’s the accidental aphrodisiac that finally led Big to tie the knot?
Shoes have a certain way about them; the intrinsic pedestal on which a woman is propped, the true tell-tale of our inspiration. A pair of jeans partnered with flats, stilettos, or boots insinuate very different ideas about the woman who wears them. But, we, and I do mean it as the conspiring ‘we’, know this. That playful little arch in our back from a pair of high heels, the strategic power of hose and pump, that rock star sensibility of great boots.