I always joke that if I ever met Christian Louboutin I would shake his hand and say a big thank you for making shoes I can actually walk in without wincing. The brilliant blood-red sole is his legendary trademark that, in a stroke of marketeers’ magic, is now also a trademark of any wearer’s purported taste.
Joy of joys, just before sipping in to my tracky bottoms and flying *economy* to London, I got to meet the man himself on his one night, whistle stop tour of Singapore on Saturday evening at his stand-alone store in Ngee Ann City.
It had a beautiful Peranakan theme to it, from the shuttered shophouse display housing many a shoe:
…to the food, reinforced by delicious Nyona inspired eats served on huge, very pretty Peranakan platters.
The crowds clamoring to meet him were unreal and there was heaps of security present, including his own security detail from Paris.
The Sultan of Johor and his wife were there – as well as a lot of big spenders – and got first dibs to meet him. I was very lucky to have also had the chance to speak to him, albeit in the most appalling French that makes me blush just thinking about it (“J’aime bien vos chaussures Monsieur”). Nice. Bet he’s never heard that before.
Any thrill of meeting him was short lived as I had to hotfoot it to a ghastly late-night children’s Halloween party before slipping into a pair of decidedly unglamorous Sweaty Betty tracksuit bottoms and jumping on the midnight flight to London, where I am going for a week to do a few days work (big London project I am sworn to secrecy over but I hope to be able to unveil soon) and a few days play.
A big thank you to the wonderful ladies who made it all happen: Olga (left) and Marie (middle).
A London inspired post to follow – but here was Trafalgar Square this morning at 8am, looking really rather glorious: