Robin Givhan writes an entertaining article about the recent decision by Jimmy Choo to make an affordable shoe collection for H&M. She also discusses women's love affair with shoes;
Shoes have always been fashion's great equalizer. A woman is never too fat or too old, too short or too thin to indulge in this singular luxury. She may not wear the highest heel or the thickest platform, but she can always take part in the fantasy.
Designer ready-to-wear, by contrast, has always been an exclusive club. Simply because a woman has a hefty bank account does not mean she can wear Balenciaga. She must be blessed with legs like a gazelle. The majority of designer ready-to-wear also maxes out at a size 10 or 12.
But a woman who finds herself relegated to a plus-size dress shop can find her shoe size in even the snootiest fashion boutique. Shoes allow a woman to participate in all the status-chasing and snobbery that fashion has to offer.
We've been reading a lot about Michael Jackson over the past day and this article at Slate.com is the best we've seen. They basically say Michael Jackson was committing suicide, albeit a slow suicide over many years. They talk about his painful childhood years and his rise to fame. They also mention his physical transformation;
... an entirely transfigured physical appearance, morphing from an engaging and handsome African-American man into a misshapen Eurasian woman; his skin bleached, his face re-sculpted; his nose, finally, needing to be practically taped onto his face. He left his race behind and, in a sense, his family too. (The nose, which seemed to have borne the brunt of his obsession with plastic surgery, was his father's.)