“Walking on high heels, soaking up life”


Six years ago I came to the Netherlands to show my portfolio around (it was pure coincidence that Amsterdam was first on my international list, guess cheap ticket equals more shoes....) and bumped into this guy with huge sideburns and glasses. Our first (heated) conversation was about Rammstein and when he insisted on bringing me home I thought: "Dear god, please don't let this be a cheap excuse to get invited in for some coffee (aka try to steal some kisses). I remember the outfit AND the heels I was wearing that night, plus that he simply didn't. Try. Anything. At. All.

Which left me (obviously) with only one thought: WHAT THE HEEL IS WRONG? Well. To make a long story short, we did kiss at one point and three months later I found myself moving a truck filled with heels from Austria to Amsterdam to live with the most extraordinary man I'd ever met. Guess circumstances totally justify some cheesiness:

I loved you then
I love you still
I always have
I always will.

Silly fool who thinks I'm referring to my (nonetheless lovely) Escada boots.
Happy anniversary love! ♥


Today's shoes are Escada