Ever
since the Vuitton show my touchstone of tyranny has been feeling suicidal so
last night I took to the ouija board and called on the ghost of Doctor Mengeles
and asked if he could make an emergency house call.
Examining
my lady lump he advised that if it were ever to tingle and pulsate again it
would require intensive rehabilitation therapy.
“Does
that involve mouth-to-mouth?” I asked hopefully
“No”
his ethereal voice warbled “I’m prescribing you extended crypt rest, coupled
with a 6-month course of soft tissue
manipulation, preferably ‘Barefoot Deep Tissue’ massage”
“Quelle Horrour” I moaned.
“Have you seen Yum Yum’s gnarly Third World trotters?” “This is unacceptable” I
grumbled “No! I’m going to make like Bonnie Tyler…you’ll find me holding out
for a hero”
Of
course as is Imelda’s luck, I didn’t need to hold out for too long. Emiliano
Figurelli (the silent half of Chrissie Morris Inc) forwarded the Despotic Queen
another email of ‘world exclusives’. Now if any designer could jump-start my footwear funk it would be Morris.
Aside
from being greatness incarnate, Chrissie Morris is also one third of Imelda’s Holy Trinity of Emerging Footwear Designers.
Like
the other 2/3 of Imelda’s ‘Trinity’ (Raphael Young and Behnaz Kanani), Morris
resists following trends, relies on no gimmicks and just produces astonishing footwear.
Morris’
design aesthetic is so overwhelming it has the capacity to prompt Imelda into a violent and/or murderous rage.
I
liken the experience of reviewing any Morris collection to an ecclesiastical
touch up and after the maggot infested slop at Vuitton; Imelda was in dire need
of holy spirit fingers.
Morris
continues to remain true to the brand’s signature Art Deco aesthetic but for
S/S 10 the Brit based designer has chosen to introduce several new styles which
have been influenced by the earthy tones of Inca art and architecture.
The Inca influence can also be seen in Morris’ use of colour. Her S/S 10 palette is a mix of warm mustards, browns, blood reds and tans which have been deftly contrasted with a whiff of green, orange and nude tones.
Piping is key to any Morris collection and again the designer uses the trim to masterfully define her Deco inspired silhouettes.
While
Morris is a virtuoso with form, her collection is at its most
panty moistening when she introduces the exotic fabrics - stingray and python.
Her
poetic use of stingray brought Imelda to her knees, my touchstone of tyranny
trembling (finally), I squawked for Yum Yum to fetch "mah smelling salts"
The
way in which the fabric dramatically sweeps across the vamp of the sandal
(below), licks the heel and is then subtly contrasted by the suede piping is
the very reason Imelda crawls out of her crypt every morning.
MERCY-MERCY,
I’z been cured...let the good shoes roll on in!









