Shoes: Form, Function and Higher Beingness (literally)
After randomly finding this image online I decided to scan images from my book, Shoes, ( Published in 2005 by Grange books) about the history of… shoes!, which was a birthday gift from a friend last year: “Aside from noticing a shoe for its comfort or elegance, contemporaries rarely take interest in this necessary object of daily life. However, the shoe is considerable in the history of civilization and art.
In losing contact with nature, we have lost sight of the shoe’s profound significance. In recapturing this contact, in particular through sports, we begin its rediscovery.”
The shoe above is clearly profound in its rediscovery of significance.
“Princesses, bourgeoisie, soldiers, clergy and servants were differentiated by what they wore. The shoe revealed, less spectacularly than the hat, but in a more demanding way, the respective brilliance of civilizations, unveiling the social classes and the subtlety of the race, a sign of recognition, just as the ring slips on to the most slender finger, the “glass slipper” will not fit but the most delicate of beautities.”
The show above clearly is a sign of recognition, designed for only the most delicate of beauties.
The shoe transmits its message to us by the customs which impose and condition it. it teaches us the deformations that were forced on the feet of the chinese women and shows us how in India, by conserving the unusual boots, the nomadic horsemen of the North attained their sovereignty over the indian continent; we learn that ice-skates evoke the Hammans while babouches suggest the Islamic interdiction to enter holy places with covered feet.”
The shoe above is clearly built for attainment of sovereignty and suggests interdiction to enter only the most holy of strip clubs.
“You never truly know someone until you have walked a mile in his shoes.” — Anonymous
“I was sad because I had no shoes until I met a man with no feet” — Irish proverb
This is called a ‘marriage Shoe’. A metaphor for life and marriage?
Both of the above images above are worth clicking for a larger view.
Imagine stripping in these, below. You’d also have to add a thing sorta like a nail-ey sidecar for the tips. People could spindle the bills onto the nails like how we used to jam customer receipts onto a spindle at Joe’s Cafe. If you missed you’d jab the palm of your hand, so it’s all relevant.
You could be like the ‘podiatarily crucified’ stripper act. What an angle. If you had the upper body accoutrements to pull it off you’d be famous — A level of infamy not yet attained in the stripper world perhaps, even by Jenna Jameson. Maybe she’ll come visit and be on my radio show since Sue Tilly can not make it, as it turns out. Jenna-call me. I’ll introduce you to Salman.
And rather than wearing glittery pasties etc you could wear soiled rags wrapped about your lady bits, accentuated by jewelry made of outward-facing nails rather than sequins. It’d keep the letches away who might violate the ‘no touching’ rule. And maybe you’d bill yourself as ‘Mary Stripdelene’. Imagine the free publicity! Oh my. I am going to hell for that idea. “The road to hell is paved with unbought stuffed racehorses.” <–[sic], (literally and figuratively), excerpted from The Sun Also Rises — Ernest Hemingway
Above = Totally worth clicking for a larger view. Imagine if you could click on life for a larger view. Maybe that’s what is meant by enlightenment. Or maybe that click-through is seeing the trees for the forest given the significance of clicking through life for a larger view. Heavy, dramatic Sigh. I give up on trying to understand life. These are shoes. I can grasp that much.