Is it absolutely necessary to accompany our newsletters with a text that speaks volumes about the state of our world ? After all, who reads it ? Who cares about text when a brand is marketing ? So I'm going to try a new approach by offering you a newsletter focused exclusively on the product. A newsletter that talks heels, patterns and sizes. A newsletter that praises the extraordinary powers you'll have once you put them on. In fact, if I started writing all this, my newsletters would look like old grimoirs containing magic formulas and incantations.

This paragraph is an interlude for you to take a pee, cigarette or beer break. Thank me for thinking of you. But as you know, I don't think my shoes need any invocation or spell to spread their benefits and powers. The power to give you the courage and boldness you need to take decisive action. To take a decision without having both feet in the same shoe. And I know what I'm talking about, me the snitch who stops at everything and always puts everything into question and perspective. Sometimes I resent my parents for having conceived me during the holiday season, and therefore for having given me such a floating sign that constantly oscillates between "yes", "no", "this one" or "that one" ? To choose is to renounce. I can't remember who said that, and who cares? But it must have been some guy who used to put me to sleep in French class.

All I know is that choosing is heartbreaking, because with it goes part of an alternative life. Of course I've made a choice, but I have so little self-confidence that I always feel I've made the wrong one. That's how it is, this permanent regret that lives inside me, and it's always by my side like a little Jiminy Cricket squatting on my shoulder with his Quechua aunt and her 8.6 crevice. Fun fact : The only time I feel fully capable, that I'm in possession of my means and my certainty, is when I sit down at my desk with my pencils, felt-tips and pages that don't stay blank for very long. There's no room for doubt. I draw like I breathe, drinking the best Cabernet Sauvignon to get my heart into the work. It takes divine blood to fill my veins and neurons with a little genius. 

A genius that I don't share. A genius that I keep exclusively for the creation of my shoes. Because at the very core of my being, what matters is you and your graceful little feet. I promised myself I wouldn't say too much, but faced with my own instance, I couldn't help but break down and spill out in letters all the good I think of you. My golden biquettes that I love like condensed milk. That's all my Folksettes. I hope you had a tremendous tie me reading my lines.

A cute classic that's worth listening to again and again. It's time for the again :