Frankly, it's been a while since I settled on some full-scale frippery.
Jeff Koons' Puppy (1992) installation and my old Art teacher colleague's thesis about
proving why 'Puppy is God-like' almost stole the show until I saw this.
Needle heel pumps.
A needle could be my personal motif.
My eyes are ageing; despite this, most
of the day at the chalkface is spent threading needles.
Over and over again.
To the tune of, 'I can't do this'.
From bright eyed-young workers.
Those shoes had to be mine.
I have earned those satin pumps.
I phoned around the traps and was given the short shrift by Chanel.
None today, thanks. They are last season.
Imagine my surprise when C, in New York went on a SMS directed mission to Chanel.
And, was told they had a pair (in Flora's size) 'out the back'.
Who would have thought?
They come with their own warning about not wearing them on air transport.
Lest you have to get off the plane in bare feet, and possibly hand-cuffed.
Do as you are told.
Here they are below, as Chanel's serving suggestion.
I might not be quite as sprightly, but I will give it a go.
What's your motif?
Ever thought that deep?