COMFORT AND/OR SEDUCTION
Some time ago, I was invited to discover the event boutique Ugg in the heart of Paris... And that made me smile, because I'm not normally a fan of this kind of shoe, but why not? And then I told myself that in 2012, this year, this winter, I'd stop being cold by: having sweaters, real coats (at least one) and comfortable shoes to stop my toes feeling like croustibats at the end of the day, etc.... But this invitation gave me the irresistible urge to ask my boyfriend, if I happened to be wearing uggs at home (because let's face it, they're slippers), would he still love me? he said "No". Very well, he added, it's like jogging suits: the less you wear them, the more I love you... So I'm faced with a dilemma: either I leave him right now and can wear Uggs in peace, wearing jogging pants, watching stupid TV shows all day long, and eating nothing but chocapic*. Or I'm doomed to be perched on 12cm heels, eat healthily, move more and never have runny mascara** BUT have an attentive lover: BIG question... Is comfort the enemy of my relationship? Am I having a romance with the tyrant of the shoe? Who am I wearing shoes for? him? me? For us, for sure. But since I'm curious, I went anyway, thinking that there must be other models, between THE "no fuck" ugg and the "bitch" pump, I could find a happy medium... a kind of stuffed stilettos? And so it was, miracle joy and elation. The lined biker boot... If my underwear had taste buds, the moment I slipped my feet inside they would have been close to gustatory ecstasy... Cute, comfortable, light, with a tutu and a denim perfecto: so cool, I leave my experience delighted... You can still go to LA CREMERIE, 15 rue des Halles - Paris until the end of October to discover the entire collection, and as a bonus - yes, I salute brands that are creative like this - there's a little barefoot/blackout trail to follow, but I won't tell you more about it. For a souvenir, because you still need to attest to your presence on the spot, like "I did it!" there's a photo call, in the filled egg, and the icing on the cake is that your photo will be submitted. to the votes of Internet users in the hope of winning a huge gift voucher...
* I don't do things by halves, this kind of model triggers excessive and regressive behavior in me, true.
** I'm exaggerating... don't worry, I'm not doing the housework in my maid's uniform, everything's fine!
