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6.2.09

Theres no man like Christian


I stare at the ridged escalator steps, ascend-collapse-and disapear one by one until they turn marble so clean that the reflected light creates this magnificant glow upon my face. My view grows, only to display the largest and most delicately placed collection of shoes I have ever seen. I inhale deeply, and exhale as I make my way into Berdorf Goodman's ladies shoe section. I only had to lift my gaze ever so slightly before I found my true love, Christian Louboutin's collection. Louboutin's signature red sole has honoured the feet of the royals, celebrities, socialites and ladies who really know how to make sacrifices or girls who beg their parents raw. But what is it that attracts me to his collection?
When I fall in love with a shoe, dress or other tangible item, I poor my love out to it or whomever happens to be with me. But when I see the blood red sole, golden signature and heel that ascends no less than five inches, my breaths become shallow and my heart melts the way it should in true love. Why? Because it is just so simple. Simply perfect.
The perfect cut, hidden stich, exquiste selection of necessary colours that tightens the bow to every outfit.
I have spent years comparing pumps that meet my expectations, in Paris, New York and at Holts on Bloor there seems to be one man able to fulfill my desires.
Monsieur Christian Louboutin, merci merci merci.



photo from New York Magasine

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