Inspired by Anna

In Monday seminars we spend two hours or so discussing Design (with a capital D). These discussions are usually prompted by an item of good or bad design brought in by one of my peers. This week Anna’s piece of bad design was the stiletto heel. Her evidence was damning and instigated a semi-deep discussion, which at one point covered the question, ‘why do women even wear stiletto heels’?

A multitude of answers were offered but amidst the intellect I couldn’t sink beneath the shallow opinion that it is quite simply, “because of their aesthetics”. It was impossible to delve into some sort of theoretical debate and produce an intense response when I am perennially preoccupied with the façade of fashion.

Fashion is indulgent and playful; it’s about shape and silhouette, the balance and tone of an outfit. A voluminous top half should be offset by a clean, lean leg – accelerated by a spiky heel. A feminine upper half would be juxtaposed with a strong, masculine, heeled shoe. Shoes are simply a singular piece which sits in amongst all the other items on a body to create the final Look (with a capital L).

A shoot in InStyle’s September issue is absolutely perfect. The styling is sublime; the tone of each outfit is perfectly pitched. It’s just absolutely impeccable. The sort of pictures that make me want to paint them just to try and replicate the rhythm and shape. 

Bootiful deliciousness

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One thought on “Inspired by Anna

  1. Love it! I have to say, my hatred of the stiletto probably stems from a very deep jealousy of the fact that I just cannot walk in them. I would probably collect shoes and put them round the house as ornaments. I love the creations of Manolo Blahnik and Jimmy Choo as much as the next girl, and love the range of shapes, coulours and textures available. I also agree with your point of them complimenting a feminine upper frame. I’m not often described as a ‘girly-girl’ and am happiest knocking about in my duck-egg blue Doc Martens. I think I feel a vunerability when I’m wearing a heel. It is impossible to walk or stand or look anything other than the epitome of femininity in stilettos and that is the polar opposite to what I feel comfortable being. This is probably why I feel self-conscious in dresses and opt for tomboy jeans. Somewhere deep in my head is this notion that if I dress in a very feminine way then people think I am feminine, and as a football watching, petrol headed, machine obsessed, outdoor bound, tree climbing, cider drinking, welding tomboy its an image that just doesn’t work for me. (Although I have to admit, sometimes its nice to remind people that I’m not a bloke by wearing a skirt!)

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