It seems like every girl in the world loses her mind when it comes to Christian Louboutin heels. Which made me feel slightly odd when I didn’t. That’s right, not too long ago I was not a fan of the designers shoes. I am not someone who loves obvious branding on her clothes and accessories and I often thought of the red sole as the shoe world’s equivalent to the monogram. No thanks. Plus, a black stiletto is a black stiletto is a black stiletto, right?
You’d be surprised.
A few months ago while I was visiting my friend in New York, I went window shopping to kill some time while I waited for her to get out of work. My current pair of BCBG black pumps were starting to look a little haggard and so a newer and preferably shinier pair were on my to-buy list. As comfortable and reliable as the BCBG pumps were, they weren’t an investment. I wanted the one pair of black heels that would last me forever and what better place to do some pre-purchase research than on Madison Avenue?
I walked past the Christian Louboutin store, not even noticing it at first. I didn’t even know it was there! But a second later when my brain caught up with my peripherals I circled back and went inside. Maybe I’ll just try on a pair or two to confirm that I don’t like them…
I found the Pigalles in black and the ridiculously attentive sales woman had me sans socks in a matter of three minutes.
I stood up to take a look, and woah. Maybe I had been wrong about Christian all this time. These weren’t just black stilettos; I had tried on plenty of those before. These were something else. The lines on them were so sleek and elegant that the shoe became a more naturally beautiful extension of my foot. I looked taller, longer, leaner, more delicate even. And just like that I didn’t really care that the bottoms were red. Hey, every outfit could use a little extra pop of color right? =p
And so it was decided. I begged for and then saved several Neiman Marcus gift cards over the course of my birthday and Christmas, and then still had to throw in a few hundred dollars of my own (these babies are not cheap I tell you), but then I had enough to make my investment. I made my way online, chose the Pigalle Follies (because I like the skinnier heel compared to just the Pigalles) in a black patent leather (because I want to be able to keep them clean and unscuffed easily), and pressed “Purchase”.
The box arrived several days later. The packaging is clean and understated; Christian doesn’t have to advertise that he’s so good he can convert even serious brand-o-phobes like me. I took the shoes out. Their soles were still untouched and gleaming red.
But then I tried them on and woah… again. These had a skinnier heel, but also a smaller toe box than the Pigalles. It seems like the only thing the shoe is actually covering is my toe nails. I freak out for a moment and run, aka teeter quickly, over to my full length mirror. Do they look bad?
Nope. They are are the opposite of bad. They are just a beautiful as ever. I breathe a sigh of relief and realize that I’ll have to figure out how to break them in properly so I don’t kill my feet the first time I wear them for anything close to an extended period of time. My roommate better get used to finding me vacuuming in Louboutins and fuzzy socks.
The things we do for beauty.