Every story has a story. And my window displays have one. Funny, comical, just like the rest. When I decided to take charge of my brand and open my own shop in 2013, I didn't have a penny left over to finish my storefront the way I wanted.
Patricia, according to my source at Harper's Bazaar, you've been chosen to create all the shoes that will be worn by the new, as yet undisclosed, actress who will play Barbarella in the remake to be released in 2018.
Your shop at 20 rue Beaurepaire, near the Place de la République, doesn't have a sign. So we can't see you. It's a funny thing. Is this a technique imported from Benelux?
Ahahaha. No. The real story is... do you really want to know the real story?
Patricia, you're everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Why this strategy? There's no calculation, no strategy. I save my energy for my collections and my customers..
Here's what happened to me, and it's really because it's just us that I'm confiding in you for the first time on this subject.
About ten years ago, I went to a bar in the 20th arrondissement to screen a short film I'd made. It was a good time, and my film was screened alongside a dozen others.
When we receive our beautiful little shoes, they arrive in boxes, very large boxes which, once emptied, are of little use to us and even become cumbersome.
When we opened our shop on rue Beaurepaire nearly seven years ago, we didn't have a penny to our name, and in fact it was I who finished the renovations./p>
When I was entering adolescence, in search of a self I was still chasing, a film came out called The Colour of Money, which was a sequel to a nineteen-sixty film, The Hustler, already starring Paul Newman and also about sticks, balls and, above all, billiards.
Today I'd like to introduce you to Moondog, a low-boot that shares a very familiar design with our fabulous Gigi. Its 7 cm heel and the materials used in its manufacture are strong signals that you absolutely must have it.
Very few people know this, but the song Gigi sung by Dalida was inspired by a story about my mother who, in the seventies, when she had separated from my father, lived from odd jobs in the south of France, in Cannes, the city of poodles and scrunchies.
When I was little, I wasn't tall, and at that time there was only one god for me. It wasn't Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, Patrick Balkany or Karim Achoui.