Before meeting
Christian Louboutin,
I could never truly understand
those women who invested
in luxury heels.
To be honest, shoes had never
interested me —
I believed they were all the same.
And yet, my life changed
the moment I slipped my foot
into a pair of Louboutins —
a work of art in its purest form.
I still remember that first purchase:
a So Kate in cyclamen pink
without a platform, pure and
perfect in line.
Overwhelmed with joy,
I left the boutique wearing them
immediately, and, as I had little money
at the time, I went home by bus instead
of taking a taxi.
It was during that ride that I learned
my first lesson:
beauty can be demanding.
It was thirteen years ago.
Since then, I have come to
understand that a miracle occurs
when the spirit of Louboutin’s
creation resonates with one’s own.
Then, the shoe embraces the body,
as if it had been created for it alone.
It is never the fault of the shoe;
it depends entirely on the way
our heart opens to its genius.
When I wore a pair of Louboutins
for the very first time,
I felt a wave — almost electric —
the vibration of something sacred.
To walk with this energy
requires that my own frequency
rise, purify itself,
and ascend toward true beauty and art.
For Christian Louboutin’s heels
embody, quite literally,
the very aesthetic of Paris —
an elegance born from the earth,
from the breath of its stones,
and from a philosophy of beauty
transmitted through generations.
That flame, Monsieur Louboutin,
has captured in every line,
every curve, and every shade of red.
I hold him in the deepest respect —
yesterday, today, and always.
What distinguishes his creations
can only be understood
by those who wear them;
it is a language beyond words.
My own teaching in the art of
walking in heels is inspired by
that same reverence — to transmit
the grace of movement, to embody
the sacred through gesture.
I own only Christian Louboutin
heels — not out of display or pride,
but because no other shoes
resonate with my soul.
For me,
they are the only truly living
shoes, vibrant with art and grace.
And I dare to say:
nowhere in the world
have I seen anyone walk
revealing their beauty
with such intensity.
The technique of the step,
the art of living in Paris,
and the respect for their creator —
all are one and the same:
not adoration, but the perfect
union of self-mastery and art.
For the past fourteen years,
women from fourteen countries
around the world have been
knocking at my door.
Even those who cannot yet wear
Louboutin heels learn to walk
without pain — to live in health,
grace, and elegance united.
For “walking in heels”
is the one universal art of women:
it transcends age, culture,
experience, and all borders.
This reflection will continue
in the next chapter of this series.
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