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Tuesday, 16 August 2016

the red shoes


As an insomniac, I've been told numerous methods to gain a ticket to Slumber. None have worked. But there is one method that I'm particularly fond of, and that is to create stories before you sleep. Unfortunately, that actually may be what's keeping me up at night as I furrow my brow in an attempt to work out the plot holes and kinks. But we all have our vices right? Due to that, I find it rather easy to formulate stories on the fly, and this semester, for the first time ever, I'm indulging in something creative. For it, we had to reinvent a fairytale in a modern setting I chose, the Red Shoes by Hans Christian Anderson. The original fairytale is a warning against spoiled children. But in this day and age, vanity is mistaken as an intelligent ploy. And thus, this was born. Shall I tell you a story?



Once upon a time, there lived an unremarkable girl. The only thing about her that distinguished her from others was her undying love for fashion and the relatively unknown blog that she used to document it. 


Unfortunately, she was destined to be eternally poor, all her money spent to supplement her expensive habit. As a counterbalance, she feasts on instant noodles. 


One day, she earns enough to commission a designer to create her a pair of shoes, fated to be hers. After toiling away for days, the designer presents her the pair of shoes. Furious that her well starved money had resulted in such a hideous product, she throws a fit. In response, the designer takes a pair of scissors and destroys the shoes right in front of her eyes. With the promise of more money, the designer fashions her another pair. But out of spite, makes the heel impossibly high. Delighted, the girl Instagrams the pair immediately and goes viral as ...

The Girl with the Red Shoes. 

Her blog shoots up in hits, her follower count keeps growing as does her bank account, she's stopped in the street for compliments. But one stormy day, deciding not to risk her precious trademark, foregoes them for boots. For the long time in awhile, she experiences a day of anonymity. Horrified, she vows to never be without the Red Shoes. 

Unfortunately, extended wear of the shoes have left her feet grotesque and deformed beneath the patent leather. Her doctor warning her that it is causing irreversible damage to her hip and spine. But she recalls that fateful day and shakes her hear, resolving to stay strong to her pact. 

One day, she trips on a cobblestone path and hits her head. 

Hundreds turn up to the funeral for the Girl with the Red Shoes. 

Only.. 

Who is the girl in the coffin?


As you can see, we were instructed to compile images to demonstrate how we should shoot the key sequence for our devised fairytale. I decided to take the minimal route and reduce her life to essential elements. The Red Shoes being the clear star of course.

XX

Jeannie 


Sunday, 14 August 2016

ensnared in flowers with Georges Hobeika


What's the easiest part of a shoe to customise? The straps, laces and everything in between. So if you ever wish to hit the refresh button on your pair of heels, keep that in mind. Being indecisive with colour is hardly an issue when it's so affordable. I particularly love silk ribbons especially if the ends are tapered in a v. I had also thought of entwining a garland of flowers within the laces but aGeorges Hobeika Fall 2016 Haute Couture, they took that a step closer into having a strap of blossoms. Brilliance. 


It almost has a dainty, goddess-esque effect to it. Note, that for this particular one, it also adorns the heel, every available surface is open game to unique, personal touches I say!

XX
Jeannie