THE SUPREME STORY OF THE
Forty-Four
In a world where the boundaries between dreams and reality blur, there exists a legendary fashion creation: the Forty-Four boot.
An epic tale lost in the mists of time and imagination.
This creation is no ordinary shoe. It is the result of a fantastical odyssey, an epic tale lost in the mists of time and imagination.
Its 5.5 cm heel, carved from the wood of a thousand-year-old tree discovered deep within an enchanted forest, evokes the legends of the dryads. These woodland spirits, guardians of ancient wisdom, whispered the secrets of perfect harmony into the designer's ear. This heel is a bridge between heaven and earth, giving whoever wears it a heavenly stride, a sublime balance between down-to-earth confidence and Olympian elegance.
The delicately sculpted cut-out around the ankle bone was inspired by a vision beneath the starry skies of the Rub' al Khali desert.
The stars, shimmering with a mysterious glow, seemed to dance across the sky, tracing patterns that guided my artistic hand (or perhaps just my arty one). This opening is like a gateway to a world of mystery and beauty, inviting anyone who crosses its path into a tale of seduction, sophistication and a character forged in steel.
« Slipping into the Forty-Four is more than just putting on a pair of ankle boots. It’s like stepping into a suit of armour made of confidence, a talisman of strength. »
The leather, softer than anything you could imagine, is the result of a journey through a forgotten kingdom, where silky-haired, one-eyed camels roam across singing sand dunes. Every grain of leather tells a story, a fragment of an adventure, weaving into the very fabric of the ankle boot the essence of the fantastical journeys and extraordinary encounters I experienced during the first twenty years of my life.
The Forty-Four's rich, nuanced colours recall the shimmering hues of the Northern Lights, captured during a daring expedition to the frozen reaches of the North (where I was desperately searching for a companion). These colours seem to live and breathe, shifting subtly beneath the sun's rays or the glow of a reddish moon, conjuring up tales of magic and conquest, heroes and mythical creatures.
« The Forty-Four is more than just a creation. It’s a journey, a gateway to the imagination. »
It's a reminder that in the world of fashion, just as in fairy tales, anything is possible. That every thread, every stitch, holds the magic of unexplored worlds and adventures just waiting to unfold.
And to round off this exuberant tale, I'd add that we must never forget the influence of Paul McCartney, whose music has accompanied me through so many steps of my creative journey.
So here is a reminder in case it was necessary. I specify that if I didn't call it sixty-four, it's because being the little sister of the Fifty-Five, I couldn't give it a higher number for fear of causing a compensatory shock
