April 13 is an important date in the world of footwear, because it's the day I should have been born for the first time. It's not the body that initially chosen was not dispo. For the record, it was Katy Perry's body. So basically I should have been Kenny G's niece and pregnant with Orlando Bloom's baby. I should have sold out stadiums, gone triple diamond, been a Deille et os auérique. Party to Sesame Street, Saturday Night Live, do Superbowl. That's what I should have done, based on what the higher entities had suggested.

But when it came time to incarnate myself, to take to the earth and become this icon of the American pop scene, I paused for a while. A long one. Something like 10 years (of our temporality). And then I thought, do I really want to start my life in Santa Barbara ? Growing up under palm trees in the California sun, surfing in Big Sur and eating ice cream in Carmel ? Obviously, the opportunity to be constantly bathed in sunshine, to be able to rollerblade on the Venice Beach boardwalk and to dress as I wished, weighed in the balance for a long time. 

But I looked into the matter, and after seeing exactly what was in store for me, I decided to take Patricia's envelope. For many reasons. Starting with my parents, whom I found much more suited to my expectations. Not only because they were great boxing champions as a couple, but also because I knew that my father's Algerian origins would be a source of pride for me and a way of integrating permanently into French society. 

Above all, I measured the weight of the joys that would come with my decision to embody myself as Patricia. Singing at Bercy, Madison Square Garden, it's all very tempting. But I became aware that my vibratory path was pointing me in a different direction, towards a more tangible form that would bring vivid emotions to my fellow human beings. The shoe was the obvious choice. Because by creating these jewels for you, I could be at your feet and in your company 24/7 (for those who sleep in boots, and there are more of them than you think). I wanted the sequins at the end of your legs, not in your ears, because we all know that music that's too loud damages our hearing, which I want to be perfect to hear this: I think I love you.

And because it's the best of them all and I should, in principle, have interpreted it :