I remember seeing them on the Topshop website a couple of years ago, and falling in love. A little racy and fetishy, and edgy (well, for me anyway). At £65 I decided they were too expensive when I don't need yet another pair of shoes...but at £30 in the sale, I decided that I did indeed want - no need them, and so they were mine.
Isn't it funny how a pair of four inch stiletto heels feel comfortable when you try them on in a shop? And how the straps don't pinch when you are delirious with feverish sales panic? And how you proclaim 'I can walk in these easily' as you balance on the carpet of the shop floor and take in your reflection in the magic 'make me thinner' mirrors? Truly amazing.
Obviously, when I come home to sunny Croydonia I inevitably realise the error of my ways. Unfortunately on this occasion, I wore the buggers out to a party, and after developing cramp before I got off the train, I knew they were never to see the light of day again (and I couldn't even take them back to the shop because I'd worn them outside. Stupid girl!).
So at the bottom of the wardrobe they lay, until 'rescued' by The Boy. He had an idea for a shoot - needed a model wearing very high sexy heels....."just a legs shot - no body or face so you'll be fine". Cheers babes.
I think I have found their reason d'etre - to look moody, sexy and wanton, but not to actually be walked in.
