ENOUGH TO MAKE YOU WANT TO PUT ON THE RIGHT SHOES

Fortunately, in the midst of this gentle madness, at Patricia Blanchet's, we're also pumping. Yes, yes, we're definitely pumping, but not to mechanically repeat the same Shadoks-style absurdities. No, we're pumping to create flamboyant, elegant, transgressive pumps, the kind that save your day from neuronal drowning in the middle of all these morons, the kind that give you the impression of being in control, even if, let's be honest, it remains a delicious illusion.

Starting tomorrow, leave your bed with the rage of an offended deity, of a furious heroine ready to set the world ablaze with a simple click of her heel (in the mouth, as Chuck Norris says). Leave behind the softness and lukewarmness of half-lives. Move forward imperious, incendiary, irresistible.

Put on your Patricias like you put a Captain Flam 45 in your record player, a cry of independence, a radically aesthetic act. Pump up to devour this absurd everyday life, to defy the banal, but also the banana split (kisses Lio!) and to prove that, yes, you can be sublime while deliciously setting fire to conventions, or to the 15th arrondissement metro station (kisses Mr. Retailleau).