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Nice Shoes, Bitch

Candy Stud Pump by Christian Louboutin

She wasn’t supposed to be there, in front of the bagel shop a few blocks from my house. It was ten in the morning and this was the hour for young mothers overwhelmed by large strollers, construction workers grabbing a snack, or post-workout people stopping by with their dogs. I was part of the last group – still in running tights, a ballcap, and layers of sweaty performance wicking. I also had my dog Bonnie with me, who was at that moment giving me her best (and most unseemly) sad-eyed begging routine for a bit of whole wheat bagel. It was crowded. The day was warm and blue. The kids were loud. I was happy.

No, she was definitely not supposed to be there.

And yet she entered my vision and I thought she was lovely. A tall, elegant Asian girl in a soft gray charmeuse blouse with a knotted silver scarf and crisp black trousers. A lush black leather handbag was carried daintily in one hand, while large black sunglasses hid her eyes most mysteriously. She walked with a man in business clothes – they were together, but not together – like colleagues. Clearly he had never noticed a thing about what she (or anyone else for that matter) was wearing. I thought they were bankers or real estate agents or something. They were both completely out of place. I noticed she smiled a little to herself, in a quixotic, Mona Lisa sort of way. I admired her style but thought she was rather done up for the heat of the day. Why not loose that scarf, sister? Then I looked down.

The profile of the spiked toes hit me first. Shiny, sharp, and ferocious, they looked like Medieval maces for the feet; weaponry. These shoes were not to be fucked with in any way at all. One swift kick to the nether regions and that would be the end of that, Charlie. A perfect paradox of messaging, the toes sent out a warning while the stiletto heel sent out a come-hither. And the lacy sides barely peeked out from below the perfectly tailored trousers. I couldn’t look away.

Damn. Those shoes are fucking rad. Who is this girl and why is she here?

Amid a sea of snotty-nosed neighborhood kids, mothers gossiping, and the double-wide strollers steamrolling the sidewalk, she moved like a cloud of cool success and refinement. But those shoes belied something else: something dirty, captivating, and fabulous. No wonder she was smiling. Metal, leather, and lace. Phew! I was thinking this way as a fellow woman. Jesus, what kind of affect would these have on a man? I pity the poor fools.

As she walked further on I noticed the shockingly vivid redness of the signature soles, cementing the level of fearsome that I had anticipated. Dollar amounts started to pop into my head. Do I hear $950? $1050? $1100? With that kind of detail on a Louboutin namesake, who knew how high things would go? She kept walking, and I kept watching. I marveled how daintily she stepped. She was a pro; despite my years of practice I always feel like I still lumber a bit in stilettos, but not this girl. All of her weight was forward on the ball of the foot, which came down gently first, followed closely by the fall of the heel with only the slightest pressure. She could have been in pointe shoes. True, she walked slowly and a bit mincingly, (two things my long strut will not accommodate,) but she was graceful.

She was graceful, and she had a new pair of Louboutins that probably cost close to my monthly rent. I hated this bitch on principal.

She walked like someone newly in-love, except she was clearly in love with her new shoes. She moved pretending not to notice the insane luxury going on south of her own ankles, meanwhile every step magnified the evidence. These shoes were meant for the bedroom, or if worn out of doors at all, a cocktail party. They were definitely not ten-AM appropriate, nor work-appropriate, but she still wore them like any self-respecting woman who’s just spent a small fortune on high-fashion footwear.

Outwardly I seethed with jealousy, but inwardly I applauded the action. Outwardly I was completely cowed, but inwardly I wanted to commit assault and grand larceny.

Yes, I know how it feels to be this girl, but it’s been a very long time. It's a heady feeling to walk like sex on a stick, and its power is undeniable. I too know what that Mona Lisa smile is all about. So, is it the shoes I want or the feeling they'll surely give me? It's a question for lovers - of fashion and of life. And we're all fools in love, no matter how great the cost.

Candy Stud Pumps by Christian Louboutin - $965 at Saks Fifth Avenue

Reader Comments (10)

I love this, especially the line "I hated this bitch on principal." I'm glad I'm not the only one with these thoughts! And the shoes! Gorgeous!
September 1, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAmy
Great post .

September 5, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterdollsfactory
September 12, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterBoheme Noir
My God, those shoes give me the shivers. They're a study in contradictions: delicacy and grace and brutality and viciousness, all in one immensely beautiful, stunningly erotic (and amazingly pricey!) package.

Is an end-of-season sale too much to hope for, do you think?
September 15, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterfashiontheorist
Damn, now I want a pair too. I guess I'll have to settle for a vaguely similar DIY version. Despite the tease, this was very entertaining. :)
September 15, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAngie
You ladies are awesome... I'm so glad I'm not the only one completely arrested by these beauties!

Fashiontheorist - shivers indeed! That's a great word for what they gave me, or as the French say - "frisson"! Yes, I think these shoes define frisson in the best sense. Imagine the frisson if they DID end up on sale someplace? Oy!
September 15, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMs. P&C
I am a fiscally responsible and frugal fashion follower. Once I spent $1,000 on a pair of Christian Louboutin leopard-printed ponyhair peep toes. I don't regret it for a second. Those shoes are worth every penny.
September 16, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterLaura Connell
Just discovered your blog through IFB. You're a wonderful writer! And yes, those shoes are drop-dead gorgeous. I discovered spiked laboutin booties in a resale shop last spring, but they just didn't fit me. It was tragic, really.

xo Marissa
September 20, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterThe Well-Appointed Catwalk
Thanks so much Marissa!
September 20, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMs. P&C
Like your writing without the f words and the Jesus stuff.... you don't need that... The end of the shoe piece was
dull. Who cares if you were that -- or wanted to be that --- she was obviously getting what ever job she "wanted" done.
October 12, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMom

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