and she can conquer the world”.
Marilyn Monroe was a clever lady. She understood the sense and sensibility of shoes. They can make or break an outfit. They can make or break ones gait. And who wants a broken gait down the aisle. NO ONE!
The shoes I shot today are absolutely and utterly swoon-worthy. Glitter and bows. Antique pastel rose. A heel to die for. I had them on. And promptly lost blood flow to my appendages. But still. They looked amazing. I moved like a Want-to-Be Vogue model and swished this way and that in front of the mirror. And then, with great relief, took them off.
Shoes are like a trip to the hairdresser for me. You can never have enough of them. They accessorise any outfit and fashionistas and designer the world over have raised the status quo they had millennia ago to one of status and prestige. No longer just donned for comfort, form has definitely taken over function and has elevated this fashion symbol to a status way above a mere foot covering.
Since living in Germany, and funnily especially in men, I have noticed how a watch and a pair of shoes can either send you to the “Oh dear” or the “Oh my” pile of society. One is judged on what one wears, that is a known fact. But shoes are a calling card: I am here. Look what I have. Look where I’m going.
Now, I shot a styled wedding in South Africa at the beautiful Red Ivory Lodge. A venue so intrinsically African in nature that you feel as if you’re where it all began. I mean, way back then when the Lord made it all. Right there in the heart of Africa. With all the luxuries yet still a little rustic. It’s a perfect venue to get married. But as I walked from the room where the bride gets ready to the function space below, I couldn’t but help thinking “Down these uneven stairs in heels? How does one not break ones legs?” Carefully. And slowly.
I wore flats at my wedding. Primarily because I love Gin and Tonics and I didn’t want my rear end featuring in any of my wedding pictures. I know of friends who would rather gargle wasps than wear anything but killer heels on their big day – uneven steps or nay. And on the other end of the spectrum I have friends who got married in Chucks.
The old adage as our mothers taught us holds true: wear whatever make you comfortable. And if you stumble and fall down the aisle – pffffff who cares! You’re the bride and you can do and wear whatever you want!
Shoes: Miss KG