Oh, completely liberating because even if you don’t do a woman right, you just have to put on high heels a wig, a bra and a dress, and I feel liberated.
I love heels, and as a size 36, I’ve accumulated a wall of amazing high heels from catwalk shows over the years where designers had to make especially small shoes. Tom Ford’s golden versions are my favourite. I do, however, also live in my flat Saint Laurent Chelsea boots or Givenchy sneakers.
It’s true I always like to mix femininity and something a bit masculine. It’s the reason I love skirts with high heels and tights, and no handbag because I love having my hands in my pockets.
Love is a competition. If you don’t think so, then you’re crazy, because why are you dressing up, why are you wearing those heels, why are you wearing that $400 perfume? Why are you shaving your chest and eating 40,000 egg whites?
Who doesn’t want to be, like, five inches taller whenever they can be? If boys could, they’d be wearing heels.
I wear chunky sneakers all the time. I cannot walk in heels.
Usually, what I do if I want to dress things up is I don’t go for high heels, but I go for mid-heels instead.
The hedonistic lifestyle is difficult to achieve when you’re still carrying your own gear. Trust me that you don’t feel glamorous with a 60-pound amp in your arms; it’s a lot less sexy than toting a vodka gimlet and impossible to do in heels.
Sometimes it’s so weird just to do an interview. This morning I was back in my parents’ house, with my brother, and we went for a jog together, then had breakfast as a family. And a couple of hours later I’m wearing high heels and a dress and makeup, and talking about my job.
I love heels! I especially like heels by Nicholas Kirkwood, Jimmy Choo and Moschino.
We all know what this business can do to you… you end up walking on your heels.
And knife making is as much art as science, as far as I’m concerned: Forging metals from an old farm tool into a blade thin enough to effortlessly cut a tomato yet strong enough to mince ginger, all while looking beautiful, is comparable to Ginger Rogers dancing backwards in heels.
If you look at the history of wrestling, what makes heels great is their ridiculous statements.
I try to wear a dress and heels when I want to make more of an effort and be a bit more feminine.
There’s tons of little tricks that that go into making the perfect shoe, but I think color, comfort is really important and different sizes of heels.
I got my heel stuck in a drain as I was crossing the street and cars were coming. It was really scary. A girl in heels in New York is a hard combination.
Obviously, the big hits like ‘Shout,’ ‘Everybody Wants to Rule the World,’ ‘Head Over Heels,’ we play live, so there’s nothing new about them to me.
The sneaker heels thing is a myth. They were saying, ‘They’re like sneakers.’ No, they’re like heels is what they’re like. That’s like saying a denim skirt is like jeans. It’s not.
One day I decided I was a star and I would walk to school with my head held high. I would walk to school in my stilettos and high heels, listening to ‘Lucky’ by Britney Spears.
I’m not the type who parties regularly. I’m happy sitting at home, cooling my heels.
Uggs can be as chic as heels for women.
Once upon a time, I was morbidly sensitive about the impertinence born of sociology. Taxi drivers would not stop for me after dark; white girls jogged to keep ahead of my shadow thrown at their heels by the amber street lamps. Part of me didn’t blame them, but most of me was hurt.
I have tennis shoes with little rhinestones that I slip on if I exercise. But I always wear heels, even around the house. I’m such a short little thing, I can’t reach my kitchen cabinets.
Typically, I’m put in high heels and a tight top, which is not my personality at all.
I wear a lot of black, knitwear, skinny jeans and very high heels. My mum used to work for a fashion designer making knitwear, so she knits me lots of chunky scarves, hats and gloves, which I love.
I live in Paris, a city where you have a lot of stylish women, so I learned a lot by observing the women in the street. But my mother was always a big influence as well; she is always very feminine in high heels and perfectly cut dresses, with perfect makeup but never too much.
I’m in heels more than flats, but when I wear very short dresses, I like small heels.
I’m quite British; I’ve got big, flat feet, and I can’t wear heels. I’ve got very, very pale Celtic skin, so my legs are always a frightening blue color. So when you take out clothes that reveal your legs, shoes that have any kind of heel, no shop will actually take my money.
