No, no, really. I have fallen and can’t even think of getting up.
These beauties are not for the faint of heart, but made for art.
They are to be admired, like sculpture, on one’s mantle…or as a bookend for racy reads.
But to wear them? And without a life insurance policy? A girl has to be wise these days.
Best to just walk away – preferably in your more sensible 4-inch stilettos from last Fall.
Incidentally, their matchy-ness with the exshoesme decor is not lost on moi. Thanks Lee!
Photos courtesy of Alexander McQueen.
