So I've briefly mentioned these weird and wonderful shoes in previous posts, but I couldn't quite bring myself to not dedicate a post to them. Wow. Now I know they're currently the marmite spread on the Ryvita of the fashion world, but I can't see how anyone can NOT like them. They are, quite frankly, amazing. McQueen is notorious for running fashion shows intended to spark debate and controversy, and these 'armadillos' have split the fashion world into two fine slivers. I can't imagine that anyone sitting in front of a pair in their size could resist the temptation to try them on and have a totter. HOW can you walk in them? Good old Daphne Guinness managed it, Gaga strutted in them too and the stick thin models of the runway got by with barely a wobble. Yet Vogue accredited the models of McQueen after attempting the mean feat themselves and faltering; maybe us mere mortals don't have the right bones for them? McQueen's Plato's Atlantis was a shrewd commentary on the future of civilization; we came from the sea, and perhaps we shall return there. If His Majesty McQueen is right, I'd rather be standing tall, making friends with the crustaceans as they got chummy with my 10-inch high claw-like foot apparel, than get stuck in a puddle with some pitiful kitten heels. Move over feline dubbed shoes, now is the time for some futuristic aqua-reptilian booties!
Oh, and just by the by, all this armadillo fuss has left McQueen's ivory sky high heels somewhat in the dark. The transparent plastic straps get a thumbs down from me, but the detailing on the platforms that's akin to gnashing jaws, and the vertebrae intwined heel, is too amazing for words. Bravo, McQueen, bravo.
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