I distinctly remember Melanie Brown, a girl in my class at age 11, saying she could never go out with a boy unless he was wearing the right shoes. Nothing about his looks, his personality, his financial viability, his sense of humour…….etc, nope, just his shoes! I rather think that Melanie was one of those early maturers, because she got the female shoe thing very early in life. Now I have nothing against shoes; I have plenty of pairs of footwear, but they are mostly for technical reasons. I have running shoes for running, cycling shoes for cycling, climbing boots for climbing… the list goes on. But for everyday footwear I have 2 pairs; one black and one brown. They are both of decent quality and I look after them – I’ve had the black pair about 10 years and the brown pair about 15. They’re comfy and they’re smart and I never have to worry about which pair I should wear. My wife’s and daughters’ day-to-day shoe collections, I suspect in common with most women’s, are altogether more varied and complicated and I’ve never really connected with why that might be necessary. Today, however, I might have started to see the light. Whilst checking in at Heathrow for my flight to Paris, this very elegant lady arrived to check into business class for her flight somewhere.
It was very apparent to me that her entire bearing, carriage, demeanour and body language were the confident tell-tale signs of a woman who is absolutely sure of herself, entirely because she is standing on those distinctive red soles. It’s the shoes, stupid! I think I’m beginning to get it! Are they the real deal Chritian Louboutin’s, or are they the subject-of-court-hearings, upstart, copycat YSL’s? Comment if you know, but the way this woman carried herself, I’m pretty sure they are the real things.