These shoes are my destiny. I know where I’m going in them.
They tell the world to watch out for me because I
can walk all over anyone in these babies –
and I would.
These shoes are danger.
These shoes make me more than six feet tall,
so I can look down on others and boost my own confidence.
These shoes are aggression.
They make an assertive, definite sound as I stride.
These shoes maketh the woman.
These shoes were handmade in Russia by tiny, underfed children
and designed by a millionairess in Milan.
These shoes are power.