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a time for fear
 
Monday, August 11, 2003  
That Sunday Times story about women undergoing foot surgery in order to wear "sexy power shoes" (re:"The brutal rule of fashion" below) is a sinister echo of the Grimm's Cinderella. Cinderella's wicked step-sisters ("beautiful and fair of face, but vile and black of heart") are prompted by their mother to literally disfigure themselves in a desperate attempt to fit Cinderella's shoe and defraud Prince Charming. This is from the, ah, "uncut" version:

Next morning, he went with it to the father, and said to him, no one shall be my wife but she whose foot this golden slipper fits. Then were the two sisters glad, for they had pretty feet. The eldest went with the shoe into her room and wanted to try it on, and her mother stood by. But she could not get her big toe into it, and the shoe was too small for her. Then her mother gave her a knife and said, "Cut the toe off, when you are queen you will have no more need to go on foot." The maiden cut the toe off, forced the foot into the shoe, swallowed the pain, and went out to the king's son. Then he took her on his his horse as his bride and rode away with her. They were obliged, however, to pass the grave, and there, on the hazel-tree, sat the two pigeons and cried,

"Turn and peep, turn and peep,
there's blood within the shoe,
the shoe it is too small for her,
the true bride waits for you."

Then he looked at her foot and saw how the blood was trickling from it. He turned his horse round and took the false bride home again, and said she was not the true one, and that the other sister was to put the shoe on. Then this one went into her chamber and got her toes safely into the shoe, but her heel was too large. So her mother gave her a knife and said, "Cut a bit off your heel, when you are queen you will have no more need to go on foot." The maiden cut a bit off her heel, forced her foot into the shoe, swallowed the pain, and went out to the king's son. He took her on his horse as his bride, and rode away with her, but when they passed by the hazel-tree, the two pigeons sat on it and cried,

"Turn and peep, turn and peep,
there's blood within the shoe,
the shoe it is too small for her,
the true bride waits for you."

He looked down at her foot and saw how the blood was running out of her shoe, and how it had stained her white stocking quite red. Then he turned his horse and took the false bride home again.


An allegoric shard, re: Sex and the City diktat: Rules of attraction reduce to self-abuse, deceit and, occasionally, despair and self-contempt. It becomes so that The Hollow hurts. The pleasure of being ruled by the shape and the cut of hardcore fashion criteria is physical pain. Wincing with delight and adoration, the body has to bend and crush and slice and re-arrange to the dictation of line, form, fabric, material. Suffer for style: punish, self-mutilate, impair and wear. This gorgeous fetish object seeped in blood, broken skin and splintered bone.

Shoes rule!

Shoes do rule: just ask the Salvador Dali caress. Shoes rule: Guy Bourdin will erase the girl, murder the girl to pore the shoes, covet the livid pink, red or black patent leather shoes. (And he hates them too: hates their domination, their symbolic power.) Enigmatic and arbitrary aesthetic codes: the secret language of the commodity fetishist. This world of erotic detail is

Hot black leather Louis Vuitton slingbacks, uPVC-white Miu Miu wedges, Gucci turqoiuse leather stillettos, large strap black Hogan sandles, Anya Hindmarch red and white stripe canvas flats, Laurence Dacade silver leather boots plus tassles, Free Lance metallic heels, Pied a Terre snakeskin flats, Marni leather sandles with chain detail, Jil Sander leather and mesh sandles with ankle tie, knee-high Gaultier lace-up boots...

Patrick Cox adverts, March 2003. Sophie Dahl photographed by David Lachapelle: sandal-strap and white leather heels focus a soft hi-gloss erotic glaze of flesh-tone metal lockers, wall tiles, towels and a tennis racket; Dahl lost in vague, vapid or virulent washes of desire that emanate from the feet up.

...Sergio Rossi mesh and patent leather sandals, Kurt Geiger B&W leather peep-toe shoes, Chanel Boutique crepe stillettos with wire accesories, Prada canvas art-nouveau pattern low heels, Jimmy Choo satin boots, Givenchy black leather knee-high boots with silver lock detail, sublime Sergio Rosssi satin and velvet sandals with crystals, Helmut Lang black suede boots with leather wedge heel, Casadei PVC thigh-lengh boots, virulent Charles Jourdin red patent-leather zip-up ankle boots...

shoes shoes fucking shoes ok oh just swoon

the altar: 133 Kensington High Street, W8.

My mind defiled, de-filed.

tossing bodies off boats...

1:05 PM

 
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