Though the assorted Fashion Weeks for Fall 2009 have come and gone, I have decided to do one more designer specific post. Louis Vuitton (which is to say, Marc Jacobs and his specific brand of Frenchified crazy) showed at the very end of Paris Fashion Week. Initially, I was not going to post about the shoes, but then, like the Kylie Minogue song of the the same name, I just can’t get ‘em out of my head. And since misery loves company, here’s a bit of my obsession comin’ atcha.
The source of my obsession are the “hourglass heels” (see my fancy made up wordage?) on each shoe.
This pair in particular eez so Freaaaanch, non? With the velvet bow, red and black motif, beads, and a bit of sparkle, that there is a can-can dancer reincarnated as a shoe. But I digress. So often, the heels that designers stick on shoes are pure shock value all the way. Often, it’s fabulous. Don’t stop, designers! You would leave we shoebloggers with significantly less to write about. However, here is an unusual heel on an awesome shoe that seems like it would help rather than hurt the wearer. I mean just look at it. Increased groundage-to-heel ratio = more practical shoe. And that’s jut a mathematical fact.
The other thing I think is awesome about these is this entire power play scenario that I developed in my head where you got bigger beads on your hourglass shoe if you were a more “popular” model. Like if a model books a big job, she gets to trade up her bead size or something. It’s like in middle school, where the popular girls had progressively fancier and fancier friendship bracelets. But that’s clearly just in my head OR IS IT? Look here:
HER BEADS ARE BIGGER THAN MINE!
Sheesh. Now I’m not digressing, I’m regressing.
This delightful motif also showed in the super dramatic thigh-high boots that Marc showed. Some were metallic, some had full-on patent leather lace up (dominatrix whip sold separately). Here are some more photos.
I WANT the white ones more than I want to breathe. OK, that’s a smidgen of an overstatement. So do these babies get you guys all choked up inside the way they do me? Or have I finally gone off the deep end. (Mind you, positive answers to both questions will be accepted.)