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Guest post: Jane of Noisy Shoes

Why I love . . . high heels A woman who loves heels? How original. There is one catch to this hopeless cliché, for I am a tall girl – very tall. Not the lithe, slinky hipped model type either, …

Tue, Aug 23, 2011, 11:30

   

Why I love . . . high heels

A woman who loves heels? How original. There is one catch to this hopeless cliché, for I am a tall girl – very tall. Not the lithe, slinky hipped model type either, sadly, just the really-too-tall-to-wear-Litas type. I tower over most in my ballet flats, helplessly scaring the bejeezus out of poor boys with my Amazonian stature (athletic shoulders doing me no favours either, sigh).

But I love high heels, I love the shape of the heel, the shape of the toe, the way they make you stand just so, the power they imbue, their sexiness. I love it all. In Facebook terms, we’re “in a complicated relationship”. Louboutin, Kirkwood, Balenciaga, Zanotti . . . I want them all.

Women’s history has been tied up with our footwear (sometimes literally bound) for centuries, and our shoes have in no small way shaped our identity. As much as they constrain us and make us wobbly and vulnerable, they are objects of beauty that educated, liberated, rational(ish) women cannot get enough of.

I own more heels than I do flats, even though I rarely wear any of them.  They are irritatingly beautiful, taunting me to own them, to cherish and appreciate their design. They complete a look, they dress up your comfy clothes to make it look like you made an effort even when really you didn’t, and we all know the amazing things they do for legs and posture.

For most women, heels are the ultimate weapon for a killer look, a sartorial given. As a tall girl, I sometimes feel less confident drawing too much attention to my height and agonise over finding footwear as wondrous as a good pair of heels – no matter how you dress them up, I think flats always just look plain, functional, boring. So when my search for the right flat shoe predictably fails, my womanly urges take hold and I throw caution to the wind, height bedamned, I am a woman, I SHALL wear blooming amazing shoes. I mean come on, just LOOK AT THEM.

The cruel irony to all of this? I can run quite happily in the things, it’s like I was made to wear them. Sigh.

Jane aka Noisy Shoes is a blogger, designer, DJ, photographer and sometime-stylist based in Dublin. Noisy Shoes is a nerdy, honest and sometimes amusing take on fashion, music and events in Jane’s little bubble.