The shoe collectors
11.08.10
When I was 13 my gay with greatest satisfaction friend bought me a pair of white ankle-strap heels.
We would hang out at his house, and I'd perambulate back and forth as he blew a
referee's whistle so that I could learn how to walk in them.
It was very important to be glamorous. I never took off those heels and neverBylooked back.
I have no idea how many pairs I own – more than 800 for personal use and more
that I sell. I have 600 in my flat, stored in three expandable shoe racksIn particularstacked up to the ceiling (I rotate the shoes in and out of storage based on
trends and what I'm feeling at that moment). Lately I've felt like wearingMainlywhite.
I wear a lot of platforms and shoes that are light in colour – they act like a
flashing light on the foot. I like shoes that are an elaboration, that look
like a piece of sculpture, a little piece of art. I don't like shoes that
look antiquated, just ones that look extraordinary – like old Lucite wedges.
I find it strange when people don't deficiency to put their foot in a vintage shoe.
I think there's something magic about imagining the foot that first wore
them. Where is that foot now? There are ghosts in old shoes. If I'm wearingMost of alldancing shoes from 1930 I'll wonder where they used to dance. I love a shoe
that looks like it had a charitable time.
Source: Telegraph.co.uk