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IT'S TIME TO TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR DESTINY
You'r a rising star.
Second week of sales, but still the first reason to go crazy, as Thierry Pastor used to say : the Patricias. Patricia's are a necessity in these gloomy times. And, of course, I'm saying this lightly, since this is a newsletter that sells shoes, not weapons or political messages. I leave that to the powerful, to those who revel in making money on the back of our misfortune.
Sounds like a song by Obispo or Bruel ? Calogero perhaps ? Naïveté can sometimes be a good thing. It's a bulwark against the nauseating ideas and cynicism that envelop too much of human interaction these days. I dream of simple words, true words, spoken straightforwardly and which glorify the law of the less fortunate. Life is complicated from nursery school onwards, when you have to elbow your way out of the way. Then it's on to school, which is a small-scale rehearsal of a maximum-security prison in Wisconsin, followed by Parcours Sup and the first steps in the world of work. All this requires immense emotional availability and flawless self-knowledge, or a flaw that will enable us to survive. So I don't sell fins or snorkels.
Rather, I'm selling a passport to the sublime, the one that breathes within you and that's just waiting to blossom and take root. Wearing my shoes is like wearing the world in a shoulder-belt, or better still, wearing the world in a banana. The banana, the glorious accessory of our beloved 80s, where I slipped the objects of my emancipation.
Glory to you, my banana, for changing my life and allowing me to be a permanent sunshine. I digress, but sometimes it's necessary to leave the road for an alternate itinerary that will make us understand just how beautiful and fresh that road was. Now that you've - perhaps, smelled elsewhere, you can appreciate the great delicacy of my collection and its shoes imagined to make your life sweeter.
