Red shoes.....what is it about them? I know i am not the only girl who goes weak at the knees for a pair of shiny red heels.
I wonder if it's a sexual thing? Admittedly i get a bit turned on slipping my foot into a perfectly fitting size 37, super high heel, buckling up the red and gold straps round my ankles, trotting around london a few inches taller, feeling that few inches sexier! Yet my mum tells me that as a toddler i refused to wear shoes of any other inferior colour...
Maybe its a hope that if i click my heels together 3 times i will be whisked off somewhere in a tornado of magic....
Or maybe its simply that red is the best colour.
These are my favourite - an old pair of Vivienne Westwoods that are a bit battered now due to dancing all night at many a rave - but still so beautiful in my eyes.
Wondering what i would heart more - new red shoes or new skinny hot young boy? I think i'll have both please!
Finally the sun came out to play, and so did i with one of my favourite boys Pelayo.
Today i am happy, i did some springtime matchmaking and also street cast the most amazing boy for a shoot this week. Plus hanging out with an old friend AND eating half an easter egg! oops! lots of achievements!
Some polaroids from a mini shoot in my back garden....some scary squatters from next door were throwing stuff at us after i tried to break into their squat! (not realising there was anyone living there!)