Saturday, September 21, 2013
At last night's magazine launch, I noticed my shoes and those of the other men there. They were not similar in style. Yes, there was some common ground; all had soles and were dark in colour. Theirs and mine were laced and low-heeled, but there was a significant difference in...length. Mine were 'standard', what I regard as an 'ordinary' shoe. The shoes of the men who stood around in small groups, talking earnestly to what seemed like, but couldn't have been, a token young woman in each cluster, were long and pointy. What were their shoes saying to me, I pondered, as I nibbled on my cheese and cracker? Was this another manifestation of the short-necktie, long-necktie situation? Was my lack of career ambition being broadcast by my shoes and their hunger for success by theirs? I fell, at that point of my rumination, into conversation with a very ambitious young architect whose extraordinarily graceful buildings, at least those he's been party to designing, are gracing the sky-lines of a Chinese city whose name I've forgotten, and haven't thought about it again til now. Thinking back, I realise I didn't check his shoes out. They may have been stubby, they may have been lengthy, I can't rightly say. In any case, I was reminded of winklepickers and milkbars and, inscrutably perhaps, the Black Orchid. The sushi, btw, was very nice indeed and the article I wrote for the magazine and the way it was presented, very pleasing.
Posted by robertguyton at 9:35 AM