I once met, decades ago, a young lawyer who enjoyed wearing red sexy lingerie under her conservative navy blue business suits in courts. She told me it empowered her knowing that if the men in the court knew about it, they would lose their cool. But the fact that she was the only one to know gave her an edge and made her feel stronger about herself. I thought that this was interesting enough to interview her for a piece that we presented in a short documentary about NYC on French TV from our Parisian headquarters. Yours seems to be a different take on a similar feeling, except that you have chosen to let everybody see what empowers you. And I think it's pretty cool. I had a pair of great cowboy boots that I wore decades ago, and I know the feeling. Mine were black alligator skin, yours are red. But no matter what the color is, and no matter if you feel like making it obvious or not, what truly matters is that you feel empowered by doing something for yourself that makes you feel good. And all I can say to that is "More Power To You" ... 'cause we all shine on, like the sun and the moon and the stars ...
I never really thought of those boots as being about empowerment, but there's some truth there! As for your lingerie-wearing lawyer friend, she really impressed you, for you brought her up before, probably as a comment on my lingerie post.
Yes, I'm always fascinated by people - men and women alike - who find a way to empower themselves with mundane items which, by themselves, would not amount to much of anything if they were not worn in a fashion that creates an effect on others, effect that catches the attention in the first place, and is clearly remembered years later in the long run.
I have a boot thing. Remember the Chelsea boots Timothee Chalamet wore in A complete unknown? I had a brown leather pair like those specially made. I was a schoolboy in London about 17 years of age. How did I afford them? I forget. We were not well off and I think I might have scrounged the money from odd jobs. For me the style dates back to the Mods of the late 50s who immortalized very slim black boots and drainpipe trousers. I think mine had zippers. In my fifties, 20 years ago, I asked a friend to bring back a pair of brown boots from Spain, and she did so. Of course I paid her but how generous is that, carrying a big cardboard box with these beautiful rough brown boots? Now if I wear them they fit so snugly I have to strain every muscle in my chest to get them off. So instead I have two pairs of Chelsea boots with elastic down the sides. One harks back to the Mods but in brown suede, the others in Timberland gold. They’re a great way to make a statement. And they are right to be called Chelsea boots. They absolutely reek of 1960s London. Now, the fashion has swung to Australia’s Blundstone brand. Rough and tough. Strong enough to wear round the sheep farm.
I once met, decades ago, a young lawyer who enjoyed wearing red sexy lingerie under her conservative navy blue business suits in courts. She told me it empowered her knowing that if the men in the court knew about it, they would lose their cool. But the fact that she was the only one to know gave her an edge and made her feel stronger about herself. I thought that this was interesting enough to interview her for a piece that we presented in a short documentary about NYC on French TV from our Parisian headquarters. Yours seems to be a different take on a similar feeling, except that you have chosen to let everybody see what empowers you. And I think it's pretty cool. I had a pair of great cowboy boots that I wore decades ago, and I know the feeling. Mine were black alligator skin, yours are red. But no matter what the color is, and no matter if you feel like making it obvious or not, what truly matters is that you feel empowered by doing something for yourself that makes you feel good. And all I can say to that is "More Power To You" ... 'cause we all shine on, like the sun and the moon and the stars ...
I never really thought of those boots as being about empowerment, but there's some truth there! As for your lingerie-wearing lawyer friend, she really impressed you, for you brought her up before, probably as a comment on my lingerie post.
Yes, I'm always fascinated by people - men and women alike - who find a way to empower themselves with mundane items which, by themselves, would not amount to much of anything if they were not worn in a fashion that creates an effect on others, effect that catches the attention in the first place, and is clearly remembered years later in the long run.
Your red boots are fantastic! Vivid and compelling, like you.
I have a boot thing. Remember the Chelsea boots Timothee Chalamet wore in A complete unknown? I had a brown leather pair like those specially made. I was a schoolboy in London about 17 years of age. How did I afford them? I forget. We were not well off and I think I might have scrounged the money from odd jobs. For me the style dates back to the Mods of the late 50s who immortalized very slim black boots and drainpipe trousers. I think mine had zippers. In my fifties, 20 years ago, I asked a friend to bring back a pair of brown boots from Spain, and she did so. Of course I paid her but how generous is that, carrying a big cardboard box with these beautiful rough brown boots? Now if I wear them they fit so snugly I have to strain every muscle in my chest to get them off. So instead I have two pairs of Chelsea boots with elastic down the sides. One harks back to the Mods but in brown suede, the others in Timberland gold. They’re a great way to make a statement. And they are right to be called Chelsea boots. They absolutely reek of 1960s London. Now, the fashion has swung to Australia’s Blundstone brand. Rough and tough. Strong enough to wear round the sheep farm.
I hope you model a pair for me soon!