Christian Louboutin – Could You Adopt Me?

Christian Louboutin, eroticism, and the most beautiful shoes in the world

version française / French version © D A Wolf

Yesterday, I saw the most beautiful shoes in the world. (And perhaps, the most expensive; let’s just say, the most expensive that I’ve ever seen.)

But let’s not talk about that.

Let us speak of art, of beauty, of magic… because yesterday I experienced the proof that all of that exists…

Let us speak of Christian Louboutin, of fantasy, and the most beautiful shoes in the world.

And eroticism?

We each have our own definitions of what we find erotic.

Pumps? Stiletto heels? Shoes from designer Louboutin? Does any of this play a role in your fantasies?

For me, eroticism is seduction, spiced with a touch of the unexpected. Audacity. The unknown. But it is also elegance, an open and playful spirit when it comes to adults enjoying each other. Ultimate pleasure that requires not only the carnal and the cerebral, but the perfect pair of pumps.

Lovely to meet you, Monsieur Louboutin

For a woman like me, I need a pretty outfit – one with class – whether we’re talking what’s on the outside (or underneath). And if I dare say, the shoes are part of the show and part of the pleasure – my feet are properly cared for (where ever I might be), and properly attired, in high heels!

And what else is required?

For those in the know, those with… appetites… it’s stilettos or boots, from… Louboutin!

It goes without saying that for some it’s a matter of a touch of foot fetish or shoe fetish (just a touch, you say?) – or, perhaps it’s both. For others, the attachment to fine shoes is simply an appreciation of art – the art of the shoe, the art of delights… of all sorts…

Must we probe deeper? Deeper into the origins of this phenomenon? Is it not an intoxicating view – a woman’s beautiful legs, the curve of her calf, her delicate ankle, and then, continuing… a shoe that you can only dream of? To admire and leave on, or to slip off – at just the right moment?

It takes… a discriminating man

I am drawn to a man of discriminating taste, a taste for Louboutins… a man who recognizes that it takes a breathtaking pump for those of us who need, and desire the most exquisite of experiences. Not only in our fantasies, but in our real lives. And after all, isn’t that possible?

Yes!

Especially with the assistance of an expert – the master himself, Monsieur Louboutin, and his magnificent designs…

Christian Louboutin, I am at your service

Your shoes and your boots, Mr. Louboutin… Such imagination! Such pleasure…

I admit that there are some designs which are not my style – a bit too “rocker” for a woman as small of stature, and as delicate as myself.

Nonetheless, dear Mr. Louboutin, I must tell you that I am dazzled. Seduced. Bewitched. A fan from afar for a very long time (through films and television). And now, from close up, since yesterday…

Yesterday, when everything changed.

Strolling through an upscale department store, I had to stop. I had to! I couldn’t help myself! I stopped in front of your designs; I couldn’t keep myself from trying on the most gorgeous shoes, the sexiest heels. The peep-toe, for example – incredible! The boots… to die for…

And then

And then, I saw them. The most beautiful shoes I’ve ever beheld…

They were scarlet colored, patent leather… I couldn’t help myself… and I tell you I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world when I slipped those magical shoes on my little feet.

I must interject

I must interject: I am a woman of a certain age, and still… flirtatious (I admit it). I am a writer, an art collector, but… for nine months now, without paying projects.

Louboutins just aren’t in the budget!!

And I must also confess to a closet filled with designer shoes (purchased at less than designer prices, I might add) – and nowhere to go in the ones I already have!

Be that as it may… as object of beauty, as art, I felt as though I had discovered a remarkable painting, completely unexpectedly. Or a sculpture, with irresistible shape and form. When I saw your Louboutin designs, it was impossible to walk away, impossible not to try…

Oh, your signature soles! Bright red, like Chinese laquer… your 100 millimeter heels, the perfect three and a half inch height for me. A marvel…

Fortunately (or unfortunately)

Fortunately (or unfortunately), the store didn’t have my size – they had a 37 (which I tried on); I needed the 36 (a full size smaller).

But it isn’t over. I dream of those shoes as if I were dreaming of a lover, hungry for his caress, or with the passion that one pursues a beautiful object of desire – to admire it, to possess it.

Well…

What is this mysterious creation, this work of art that troubles me so, that awakens my senses, that is so intoxicating? So sensual? This pump with its dizzying lines?

The images I have included here, thus far, kind Mr. Louboutin, are a few examples of some of the heels that I tried on – how lovely they all are. But they are not yet the ones that are driving me mad…

Helmut 100 – in a luminous, deep red. I’m in love with those shoes. Haunted. Lost… I haven’t even been able to locate a picture on the Internet – only this – here, for you to see, in black satin. 

I’ve been trying to conjure circumstances by which I can somehow afford these shoes. (They would need to be ordered, of course.) I imagine a job that falls out of the sky – at last! Or an editor, who proposes $20,000 for one of my manuscripts. Or the lottery (though I guess that means I need to start buying tickets)…

Alas! I doubt any of these scenarios will present themselves anytime soon… and thus, my contingency plan. Monsieur Louboutin, would you adopt me?

I don’t eat very much. I’m little, so I don’t take up much room. (I do have two children, but they speak French quite well.) I also cook. And as additional incentive, I offer you my feet (size 5 1/2 or 6)…  as models for your extraordinary shoes, or as inspiration… as you wish…

If not…

If this isn’t amenable to you, there are no hard feelings. Really. I imagine women across the globe offer you their feet – and more – in exchange for your haute-couture magic. But I felt I needed to at least propose the idea. (If you don’t ask, you don’t get…) Whatever your decision, rest assured – I will continue to believe that you create the most beautiful shoes in the world.

In fact, I am certain of it.

Original version, in French