“if you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?” // t.s. eliot
if this were the case, then surely i’d stand taller than 5’2″?
as this has been my rather abbreviated history since roughly the age of 16 and three-quarters, (i started in on coffee and cigarettes at around the same time), but even barring those vices – genetics were never going to get me much taller than your next door neighbour’s shrubbery. i’ve forever been rather diminutive in stature, but rather large in personality – and in circumference of both hip and hair.
and truth be told, i’ve never cared about being short. if my biology has failed me, it’s that i lack whatever gene that affords you a metabolism, and whatever molecule helps maintain a healthy level of sarcasm. if i happened to wear a shoe that came with a heel higher than an inch or two, it wasn’t for the added elevation, but for the drama therein.
so, of course i’ll forego the stiletto – and opt for a platform that is certain to make my ankles nervous. like most of my shoes – we go big, or we don’t go anywhere at all.
➝ source : two-tone leather sandals via marni
➝ source : elyse platform shoes via stella mccartney
➝ source : silver wedge heels via rick owens