Fuck me heels

This is a little joke that is long running amongst myself and a couple of my friends, each of us have a specific pair of heels that we swear by when we plan on getting lucky. Mine are a golden pair of elevated stilettos.


My latest discovery gives a new meaning to the idea entirely. Paging through the January Vogue I came across a shoe that I would sell my mother for. (Incidentally my mom didn’t like these shoes, so maybe I should get rid of her anyway, is she even my real mother?)

John Galliano has given women of all religious persuasion all over the world a reason to worship the demi god that is Dior for yet another season in a row, with the creation of this super amazing coincidentally sexy fertility heel. Inspired by a recent trip to Africa, Galliano has gone tribal chic.

The shoe is made up out of a tribal fertility figurine, as the heel. Go figure. With straps that look like they are slowly snaking their way up the ankle. All that is left to say is Wow!

The shoe in the magazine had an Ivory heel, now  that is the only thing that is slightly off putting, I would like to know if it’s real, but knowing Dior’s stance of fur, urm gulp… yeah.

Showcased in Paris spring summer 2009, these little investments will retail at around R 9000.00, if you are one of those that believe a good shag is priceless, what better than a fertility heel to guarantee a high (heeled) return.

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I'm a morning person, love tea, love my dogs, fresh air and lots of space. I don't get angry very easily, but I stay angry for a long time when I do. I take everything personally, as I am a person. I like to think and listen to other people, I need to know about things. I love and wine, my friends, and food. The weirdness of me. I love shoes. Reading is good, smoking is not, but I enjoy both. I wish I was a warm summer day with thunderstorms and soft rain that makes the air cling to your skin. I like kissing, ice cream, and chilli'S. I love to play pretend, dance and sing to 80's music, and imagine I can play a sport and own a yaght. the end-ish. just a little.

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