The Pigalle may be the only Louboutin designer shoes that appeal to all his followers: the creativity of the teacher often leads to overdoing it with heels porn star and materials at the edge of sobriety, but his Pigalle are the perfect shoe, with no doubt if it is true that the cleavage curves reproduce the shapes of the female body is also true that Monsieur Christian has taken the forms, extremism on the edge, as if to decorate the foot and leg of "his" female in the purest way possible .
Pigalle The name is a tribute to one of the most famous neighborhoods of Paris, also known as "red light district" that arise here is that the "Museum of Erotica", founded in 1896, and "Moulin Rouge", local that over the years has inspired more than one artist. It seems that Louboutin Pigalle has drawn her to pay homage to the dancers of the local red light, which disappeared after the shows on the night of towering high boots highly evocative.
It 'hard to show that women have worn for the first Pigalle, what counts is that during these shoes have become a must have, even the versions are nothing short of infinite variations are presented annually tasty and innovative, the most popular models are the Pigalle 100, with a heel of 10 cm rather obvious, and Pigalle 120, 12 cm high heels that curve up to the arch of the foot unthinkable limits. There is also a third version, rather low, but it really does not deserve attention.
The success of these shoes is on the simple form, but purest of the heel and toe scollatissima short, well that's showing the hanging of the fingers in this case it is a homage to Louboutin fetish which is linked outset of his career (remember the collaboration with David Lynch in 2007?).
Of course there are half-measures, if in doubt better half size larger, more complicated than the fit of Pigalle 120, so high heels push the foot forward, if the plant is not rail thin is recommended as a half-measure, but do not go well: always remember that a good cobbler can stretch (no stretch though!) any shoe.
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2012年1月30日星期一
Fantastical art and fashion abound at LAXART Ball
The plate-breaking clowns in the kitchen, the cricket concert in the conservatory, and the party ball (literally) of performance artists on the patio were just a few of the incredible delights to be savored Saturday night at the LAXART Ball of Artists at Beverly Hills' historic Greystone Mansion.
The event was a smash hit, following a long list of smash hits in L.A. this season, beginning in November with the Museum of Contemporary Art's gala of human centerpieces, conceived by performance artist Marina Abramovic. (Would hate to be a party planner in this town -- the bar has been set unreasonably high.)
Organized by LAXART, a nonprofit community arts space, in partnership with the Getty Research Institute, the Ball of Artists included some 20 artists and site-specific performances throughout the 1926 Tudor-style mansion and surrounding grounds, and was billed as the concluding celebration of the citywide Pacific Standard Time: Performance and Public Art Festival.
Of course, the performance artists were far from the only eye-catching inhabitants of the mansion Saturday night, with attendees turning out in all manner of fantastical finery.
The men were dressed all along the spectrum (and some even in the whole spectrum), from bare feet to kilts to black tie. One fellow turned up in bright red Nike athletic shorts and a button-front dress
shirt festooned with the club, spade, diamond and heart symbols from a deck of playing cards (which we interpret as sporting a different kind of "suit"). We crossed paths with David Morehouse, who was decked out in a colorful tunic accessorized with a giant Karl Lagerfeld frog lapel pin, and caught up with Decades co-owner Cameron Silver, who materialized out of the fog-machine mists in front of us, having taken barely enough time out of his globe-trotting schedule to alight and delight us with the news that his suit -- a riot of color and pattern -- was actually the first men's offering from hot London designer Mary Katrantzou. (By accessorizing the outfit with a peacock feather butterfly-shaped bow tie by Alex Mabille and Christian Louboutin "Havana trash" shoes, Silver practically qualified as a party ball all by his lonesome.)
The women were in gowns mostly, but sporting plenty of color and some fun headgear, including a vintage hat that one chic partygoer let on she'd picked up for $3 at a thrift store in Alabama.
Several people stopped to pose for photos in the motor court against what from afar looked like giant paramecia floating in petri dishes, but upon closer examination turned out to be large blocks of ice, each with half a dozen hothouse cucumbers frozen inside. It was a visual pun with an eye on the long game -- anyone who understood what they were looking at is likely to have the scene top-of-mind for the next decade anytime someone utters the phrase "cool as a cucumber."
Los Angeles fashion designer Corey Lynn Calter tipped us off to a clandestine poker game being staged somewhere in the upper reaches of a tower in the mansion by her husband, artist Glenn Kaino (his latest show, "Bring Me the Hands of Piri Reis," is at Honor Fraser through Feb. 18) and Derek Delgaudio.
We were curious to check out this poker-game-as-performance-art but, lacking the appropriate credentials (a lapel button emblazoned with the words "I Am Not a Bandit"), we were not allowed past the velvet rope at the top of the circular staircase. Then again, the title of the work listed in the program was "The Nothing Happening," so it's likely the guy at the velvet rope at the top of the staircase was the sum and substance of the piece. We'd also heard tell of a secret Zebra Room that required another special button to enter, but alas, we hadn't earned our stripes.
The event was a smash hit, following a long list of smash hits in L.A. this season, beginning in November with the Museum of Contemporary Art's gala of human centerpieces, conceived by performance artist Marina Abramovic. (Would hate to be a party planner in this town -- the bar has been set unreasonably high.)
Organized by LAXART, a nonprofit community arts space, in partnership with the Getty Research Institute, the Ball of Artists included some 20 artists and site-specific performances throughout the 1926 Tudor-style mansion and surrounding grounds, and was billed as the concluding celebration of the citywide Pacific Standard Time: Performance and Public Art Festival.
Of course, the performance artists were far from the only eye-catching inhabitants of the mansion Saturday night, with attendees turning out in all manner of fantastical finery.
The men were dressed all along the spectrum (and some even in the whole spectrum), from bare feet to kilts to black tie. One fellow turned up in bright red Nike athletic shorts and a button-front dress
shirt festooned with the club, spade, diamond and heart symbols from a deck of playing cards (which we interpret as sporting a different kind of "suit"). We crossed paths with David Morehouse, who was decked out in a colorful tunic accessorized with a giant Karl Lagerfeld frog lapel pin, and caught up with Decades co-owner Cameron Silver, who materialized out of the fog-machine mists in front of us, having taken barely enough time out of his globe-trotting schedule to alight and delight us with the news that his suit -- a riot of color and pattern -- was actually the first men's offering from hot London designer Mary Katrantzou. (By accessorizing the outfit with a peacock feather butterfly-shaped bow tie by Alex Mabille and Christian Louboutin "Havana trash" shoes, Silver practically qualified as a party ball all by his lonesome.)
The women were in gowns mostly, but sporting plenty of color and some fun headgear, including a vintage hat that one chic partygoer let on she'd picked up for $3 at a thrift store in Alabama.
Several people stopped to pose for photos in the motor court against what from afar looked like giant paramecia floating in petri dishes, but upon closer examination turned out to be large blocks of ice, each with half a dozen hothouse cucumbers frozen inside. It was a visual pun with an eye on the long game -- anyone who understood what they were looking at is likely to have the scene top-of-mind for the next decade anytime someone utters the phrase "cool as a cucumber."
Los Angeles fashion designer Corey Lynn Calter tipped us off to a clandestine poker game being staged somewhere in the upper reaches of a tower in the mansion by her husband, artist Glenn Kaino (his latest show, "Bring Me the Hands of Piri Reis," is at Honor Fraser through Feb. 18) and Derek Delgaudio.
We were curious to check out this poker-game-as-performance-art but, lacking the appropriate credentials (a lapel button emblazoned with the words "I Am Not a Bandit"), we were not allowed past the velvet rope at the top of the circular staircase. Then again, the title of the work listed in the program was "The Nothing Happening," so it's likely the guy at the velvet rope at the top of the staircase was the sum and substance of the piece. We'd also heard tell of a secret Zebra Room that required another special button to enter, but alas, we hadn't earned our stripes.
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