Commodore - Green Hornet

Name: Commodore - Green Hornet
Brand: Cuir Verni + Glitter
SKU: COMMODORE-VERNI-FRELON-VERT-36
Price: 240.0 EUR
Availability: OutOfStock

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Commodore - Green Hornet

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240,00€

Commodore - Green Hornet

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Size Guide

The Googoone fits true to size.

FR	CM	UK	US	IT
35	22	2.5	4	34
36	22.7	3.5	5	35
36.5	23	4	5.5	35.5
37	23.4	4	5.5	36
37.5	23.7	4.5	6	36.5
38	24	5	6.5	37
38.5	24.4	5.5	7	37.5
39	24.7	5.5	7.5	38
39.5	25	6	7.5	38.5
40	25.4	6.5	8	39
41	26	7.5	9	40
42	26.7	8	9.5	41

35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42

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• Heel Height: 5.5 cm
• Dark green patent leather, slightly crumpled, Champagne and taupe glitter details
• Inner and outer sole Leather
• Fabrication: Spain
• The Commodore fits true to size

Note: The leather may have irregularities.

Who Am I?

Those who once owned a Commodore will understand my emotion. The Commodore was the gateway to the wonderful world of computing in the roaring eighties. It’s always important to pay tribute to these formative moments that make us the mega-women we are today. Let me tell you, I wore out the joystick on that machine, pulling off pirouettes and ski jumps in Winter Games. It is therefore entirely legitimate that I pay tribute to the Commodore through this boot which takes things seriously by delivering you a message of peace and serenity thanks to its 5.5 cm heel and its talent as a storyteller -stories that you and this boot will share once you’ve found each other.

Material and Care

Patent leather shoes are a bit like movie stars: they love to shine but hate stains (we won't name anyone)! So, to keep your patent leather shoes sparkling, here’s a little secret: always keep a soft cloth handy, like a paparazzi ready to catch every glimmer! And don't forget to whisper compliments while you clean them: 'Oh, you're so shiny today, my dear Patricia!' They love it and will reward you with a red carpet-worthy shine. Don’t wait too long to have a protective sole put on by a skilled shoemaker. Remember, the best friend of your shoes is the shoemaker —aka the shoe surgeon—so if you notice your shoes need a little revitalizing, take it to him. You’ll make some happy feet!

Delivery

Get your Patricia Blanchet on your feet at the speed of light, thanks to our Colissimo service, or opt for an in-store pick-up for those of you in a hurry!

FREE in-store pick-up: come and collect your items immediately after placing your order from our store at 20 rue beaurepaire 75010 Paris.

Colissimo delivery to a pick-up point in mainland France: from 4.90€, free for orders over 300€. Your parcel will be delivered within approximately 48 hours to the pick-up point of your choice (choice of pick-up point after payment), for all orders placed before 1pm, Monday to Thursday. Orders placed on Fridays after 1pm will be dispatched the following Monday*.

Colissimo home delivery in mainland France: 9€ (+2€ per additional pair), your parcel is delivered within 48 hours directly to the address of your choice, for all orders placed before 1pm, Monday to Friday. Orders placed on Fridays after 1pm will be dispatched the following Monday*.

Colissimo delivery to a pick-up point in Europe: between 10€ and 16€ per pair ordered, depending on the destination country. Delivery time of approximately 3 to 8 days depending on the zone of destination. Pick-up point availability depends on the country and area of residence.

Colissimo home delivery Europe:between 10€ and 16€ per pair ordered, depending on the destination country. Delivery time of approximately 3 to 8 days depending on the zone of destination.

Colissimo International Outside Europe and French Overseas Departments and Territories: delivery time of approximately 5 to 30 days depending on the destination country - indicative time**. The price varies according to the destination of the order.

For any problems with your parcel to France, you can contact the Colissimo service at 3631. If your parcel is destined for a country other than France, please contact +33 810 821 821.

*Shipping times may be longer during holiday periods and sales.

** The times indicated may be extended beyond our control depending on the destination country and its sanitary or political situation.

Return

If you change your mind, you can return your order within 14 days* to Patricia Blanchet 20 rue Beaurepaire 75010 Paris - France, following the instructions provided with your order.

• free of charge at our Paris boutique in the 10th arrondissement.

• by post: for orders from France, Belgium, Luxembourg, Germany, Spain and Portugal: by logging into your account or via the returns portal with your order number, you can make your return request and download a return label which will be deducted from your refund.

• by post for other countries: the return is at your charge, as is the choice of carrier. Please follow the instructions provided with the return form.

To find out more, please consult our return policy.
Still have questions? Contact our customer service by email contact@patriciablanchet.com or by phone +33 (0)1 42 02 35 85.

**The 14-day period is calculated from the date your order is received at home, or from the date it is made available at a relay point.

THE TRUE STORY OF THE COMMODORE

( A story about making love every day of your life )

For the whole of middle school, I would spend my vacations on the Côte d'Azur. Because my grandparents had bought a house there. A little bourgeois villa on Place de l'Etang. A villa that had once belonged to Henri Salvador (is that why I'd become the boute-en-train de shoes?).

Bref, dans cette petite villa, il y avait un ascenseur et sur le toit de cette villa; il y avait, parfois, des guêpes qui venaient faire leur nid. Dans cette villa aussi, il y avait une table de ping pong sur laquelle je mettais la dose à tout le monde. Il y avait aussi un sauna que mes grands-parents avaient offert à leur gendre car il était gros.

I'm so lonely

In short, they did what they could to please everyone. A sort of Algerian generosity that showered everyone with as much as it could. Everyone came to spend their vacations in this house, because it was so convenient. There was nothing to pay. The beach was on both sides. One public, one private.

Across the square was a huge boules pitch divided into several lanes. No Eddie Barclay, no Patrice Laffont. Just locals. No rosé-drinking show-offs with Asphalte pants or Balzac-dressed girls giggling at Paul Mirabel's too-lol jokes. No, back then it was simple. People were fueled by Ricard and unfiltered John Player Special. That's where I met Jo la Carapace, Johnny n'a qu'un Oeil, Bobby le Hobbit and Germain le Mitaine. I used to play frenzied games with them, lasting for days on end. I was the mascot of these old gentlemen who loved to see the new generation emerging on this square where every day we learned of the death of a colleague. Apart from the fun times I spent pushing the iron, there were also evening ballads.

My grandfather used to take me for walks along the Croisette in Cannes. After dinner. This allowed him to digest his garlic shrimps, garlic bread and onion soup. Whatever the occasion, he always ate the same menu.

From him I've kept this decadent obsession with breakfast. Every morning I enjoy a self-made granola.

I'VE CALLED YOU SO MANY TIMES TODAY

The recipe? 500 grams of rolled oats. To this I add 220g of walnuts, 220g of hazelnuts and 220g of almonds. Then I prepare my peanut butter, which I mix with 3 bananas. I mix everything together and bake for an hour at 180°.

You've Got a friend in me

But let's get back to our evening strolls with Grandpa. His aim on the walks was to program me. Or better still, to reprogram me. Back then, I only dreamed of movies. Horror films, slashers, terror, horror. He wanted to push me in another direction. The law. Law because he'd failed to become a lawyer. The war, the family situation, etc. So he wanted me to become his perfect understudy. That I become a great lawyer or, at worst, a notary or even a chartered accountant. Basically, someone who could feel the stones. Hmmm, I could see myself middle-aged doing that kind of thing, defending people who didn't deserve it. Yet my grandfather, knowing what he was doing, had come up with a somewhat unstoppable trick: what would make me eventually lean towards law school consideration, with the right-wingers ?

- It's simple, Grandpa, a nice Amstrad computer with a built-in cassette player. Thanks to its computing power, I'll be able to think about going to a university I've got nothing to do with”.

- Never mind, my little doll, you'll get your computer.

Naturally, I was thrilled to receive my little nugget. Except... except that instead of my Amstrad, I got a Commodore. Commodore was the competition. It was the worst. At least, that's what my classmates, who had the Amstrad and made my life miserable by calling me a loser, would have me believe. I knew they were wrong. That Commodore was the absolute truth when it came to computers. In spite of this, I never went straight, nor did I take the hard line, because I deeply believe that I have the heart and soul of a child. Something that people who don't have it envy. But I don't hold it against them, because children don't hold it against anyone but themselves. So it's easy to see why this beautiful bootie is called Commodore. Because it's all about guns and roses.

DO NOT RESIST TO THE BEAST