Nicholas Kirkwood

It’s all about the red carpet, baby


The Cannes Film Festival is in full swing and while it’s a madhouse for everybody working or promoting there, it’s a red carpet voyeur’s delight to watch the parade of designer garments passing by on an hourly basis.

For those who aren’t familiar with the tiny gem on the French Riviera: Cannes is a bit like Sin City or a very expensive call girl during festival season (that’s basically the whole year): Feeding on those who come to celebrate their peers (ranging from film to plummer festival: Cannes covers it all), pampering them with unreal parties, flattering attention, utter glamour and a very unhealthy schedule.

Cannes also only has three rules: “What happens in Cannes stays in Cannes”, “shine shine shine”, and “sleep when you are dead”. In three letters: F.U.N.!!!!!!!

I will be enjoying the frenzy from home, watching the movies and the vanity fair from afar (I’m in advertising and this festival takes place later this year). Nonetheless a perfect exercise to spot trends and dream about which shoes to pack when a famous movie star (ergh, not in this lifetime I’m afraid), or at least when hitting a red carpet somewhere closer to home (you never know, can happen any time).

So today it’s all about my spot-light-shoe wish list, with only one rule: Pick the most shiny, fragile, stand-out, sky high heel you are sure not to survive five minutes walking in it. But hey: it’s all about the red carpet, baby!


Today’s shoes are (left) Guiseppe Zanotti, Jean-Michel Cazabat, Sergio Rossi, Phillip Plein, (right) Casadei, Jimmy Choo, Rupert Sanderson, Nicholas Kirkwood

Ode to Nicholas

Ode to Nicholas


Fully inspired this morning to write about an amazing piece of art I came across in Lisbon (actually shoe….what else?), I jumped behind my laptop and *b*a*n*g*.

I almost spilled my coffee and choked on my low-fiber, less carbs, vegan cereal: The spring collection of Nicholas Kirkwood!!!

Reverential silence. *Gulp* (that’s for the last piece of cereal).

Being a fan of Nicholas Kirkwood for ages (his heels can’t described other than extraordinary), I have been following and marveling his talent since the first collection launched in 2004. But the masterpieces he designed for this season almost gave me a heart attack/butterflies in the stomach/utter tingle in my feet.

Every single piece is just so beautiful that it hurts.
I can’t get enough of the beautiful shapes, the use of the hues (oh, so spring!), and perfectly sky-high heels.
I want to dive into them and hug all of them at once, embrace their beauty and then fall asleep.

Or wait: first I will get out a (designer) hoodie, arm myself with a heel, (aka gun lookalike) and rob a bank, buy the whole collection and then die. (Oh so heel-a-liciously)

Dear Nicholas: thank you for adding six more things to my “New Season Wish-List”:
You just made my (shoe) day!
Yours, sincerely!


P.S.: Todays shoes are Nicholas Kirkwood

Choose your side



Went to bed at six o clock after a lovely chat with my friend Henk. Ouch!

So looking in the mirror today was like: “I now really ! REALLY ! need to do something about my wrinkles.

Aging in grace and all is perfect if you see it happen on your mother or grannies face: but YOUR OWN??????

I tried to get my wrinkles fixed twice so far.
First time was two years ago, and little did I know sitting on a sterile chair facing an 400volt lamp right in my eyes.
“We can do this right now” the surgeon said:
“But you need to rest  for at least 24 hours so the filler stayes in place.”
“Good bye” I said, because I had a party planned that very evening.

Second time was actually not very long ago, and I was prepared.
Time for rest was calculated, money was prepared

(250 EUR: that’s a pair of  YSL’s on sale), and I was ready to go.
But of course time has taken it’s tall, and as I was told that I now would need at least four Botox injections before I could even DO a filler,
(500 EUR in total, that’s a pair of YSL’s NOT on sale) I chose to bail out again.

Because here’s the thing.
I think, if you’d rather buy a SHOE the price of your surgery (whatever you will do),
no one would even LOOK in your face again.
They would just look at your feet.

It’s an so much better investment, just at the bottom side don’t you think?

So here’s my Top 8 what to buy in place for a doctor going wild with a needle.
It would be 4800 EUR in total.
That would be 9,6 times Botox and filler.



P.S.: Todays shoes are Christian Louboutin, Rupert Sanderson, Nicholas Kirkwood, Charlotte Olympia, Gianmarco Lorenzi, Ruthie Davis, and Burberry
P.P.S.: My wrinkles are Photoshop. :-)