The overwhelming joy of
giving them a home
The clean sole,
untouched by the everyday dirt
The vague pain that
numbs your toes, but at the same time gives a rare kind of comfort
The smell of unused
leather
Yes, I am talking about
new shoes.
This incomparable
feeling gets a golden glow when the footwear in question comes with a birth
certificate.
Designer shoes. The word
alone excites me.
Don't get me wrong,
(regretfully) I am not the kind of girl that fills her shoe rack with
Louboutins, Choos, Ferragamos and the like. I won't fool myself, the most
important reason for this is my budget. I work three days a week to be able to
pay my rent and school supplies. That's why I usually appease my cravings with
second hand finds and nice enough middle segment shoes.
Not this time.
Spotted: The nicest
heels I'd ever seen. Perfect height, the heel in a beautiful sand color that
contrasts with the pale suede used on the body of that magnificent object.
Guilty
suspect: Fred de la Bretonière, a Dutch footwear designer who's been in the
trade for over forty years. He began his company as a sole proprietor in
Amsterdam in 1970. He's known for his craftsmanship, love for natural materials and knowledge of
traditional techniques. Last year he even received an award from the Italian
National Consort Santi Crispino e Crispiano.
The pair I had my eyes
on was one from the 'Goldies collection'. These are less traditional in design
than most of his other shoes and have a futuresque vintage feel about
them.
The heel seems to be
inserted and reminded me of the soviet constructivism of the 1920's and the futurism
of the decade before that.
Study after Antonio Sant'Elia |
I love the way the soft
volume almost gets cut by the geometrical form which still stands on its
own.
So, because they were
culturally substantiated and to support our northern neighbors I was forced to
add them to my personal collection. Luckily I had a secret American Santa that
helped me carry the financial burden.
The Mere Alchemist
naast russisch constructivisme en futurisme doen die schoenen me ook denken aan crème brûlée met bedorven slagroom.
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