Christian Louboutin Moira Cutout Pump For the Monday

Manolo says, it is Monday and you are back at your desk after the very tiring weekend of nostalgia and regret, the weekend of your 25th college reunion.

It was wonderful to see all of your old friends and acquaintances, and to note, with both satisfaction and alarm, how they have have become middle aged peoples, with gray hairs, spreading bellies, and enough wrinkly crows feets to constitute the murder.

Although your college boyfriend, the aspiring film director who had majored in pot smoking and ultimate frisbee, looked better than ever, like the bronzed Greek god — tall, lean, and tanned, with the full head of beautiful, naturally highlighted, wavy hair — the consequence of spending most of his days in the water off of Point Dume (and his evenings parking cars at the fancy Italian restaurant off of Wilshire Boulevard).

“I’d describe myself as an independent filmmaker and producer,” he said, while Gary, your husband, flirted with the young, porn-starish blond who accompanied your ex. “I’ve got a couple things in development, and my latest short is up is up to 7,100 hits on YouTube.”

Of course, much more disturbing was the appearance of the skinny Pakistani boy, Nayyar, who had latched onto you during your senior year, utterly besotted.

He was sweet in that unworldly, innocent, geeky way–tall and skinny with the prominent nose and wild hair. But, because he was harmless, you never had the heart to tell him to get lost, even as he shadowed you from class to lunch to class, never taking the not so subtle hints that he should go away for the few minutes. (At graduation, when you met his parents, you realized that he had been describing you to them as his “special friend” and that they had expected, with some alarm, that the proposal would follow. )

But there he was at the reunion, in his bespoke Saville Row suit, looking like 743 million dollars (according to Forbes), with homes in London, Singapore, New York, and Gastaad, and his own very successful international equities hedge fund. He had filled out marvelously, become more refined and better looking, and was now objectively hunky, a testament to the powers of expensive tailors, barbers, and personal trainers. And look at his wife! She could be Padma Lakhsmi’s younger, better-looking, more cultured sister.

Naturally, Nayyar and his wife were seated at the same table with you and Gary during the gala dinner, which, oddly turned out to be great fun. The wife was charmingly funny and smart, and Gary, the hale-fellow everyman, bonded with Nayyar over the lengthy discussion of riding mowers.

“Was Nayyar the fellow you and your sister call the ‘Wacky Pak’?” Gary asked, later that night in the hotel, “He doesn’t seem very wacky.”

And now this morning, back at desk, all you can think about were the shoes on Nayyar’s wife’s beautifully elegant feet.. Moira Cutout Patent Pumps from Christian Louboutin!

18 Responses to “Christian Louboutin Moira Cutout Pump For the Monday”

  1. theDiva October 26, 2009 at 4:14 pm #

    Manolo dear, you always brighten my Monday.

  2. Victor October 26, 2009 at 4:32 pm #

    ohmigod. My jaw just dropped. Man oh Manischewitz, that is a stunning shoe!

  3. Victor October 26, 2009 at 4:35 pm #

    Oh, and the story was, as always, charming and amusing. BUT LOOK AT THE SHOE!!!!

  4. phyllis October 26, 2009 at 6:36 pm #

    Equities derivatives? Very 2006. Energy futures and Forex is hedge fund nirvana these days.

  5. Little Red October 26, 2009 at 8:44 pm #

    Now this is a shoe that is actually worth the money that Louboutins cost!

  6. The Bombshell October 27, 2009 at 12:44 am #

    Gorgeous! Thanks for brightening my day.

  7. Lisa October 27, 2009 at 1:34 am #

    Ah, but then you realize that Gary is worth his weight in gold (which is good, as Gary is getting a mite podgy these days) and that this one, the one that seems to have gotten away, the rich one, actually convinced this lovely lady to be his beard only for his class reunions, and that she bought herself the Loubies with the money she earned herself as an internationally famous director of the films with the social conscience.

  8. Belle de Ville October 27, 2009 at 9:35 am #

    Great post…makes me wonder what my bearded birkenstock wearing college boyfriend, who was getting his PhD at Stanford in electrical engineering, is doing today…

  9. Sarah October 27, 2009 at 1:42 pm #

    Excuse me while I wipe the drool off the floor. I want a pair of those shoes!

  10. Vicki October 27, 2009 at 1:42 pm #

    That was an evil story.

  11. Cara October 27, 2009 at 4:17 pm #

    Nice story. =) I love the shoe! I usually don’t wear open toed heels like this one because my feet are bigger than most girls. I always have to look for places that have big shoes for women, and usually those places are overseas. I would love to see what this shoe looks like on my feet because they are fabulous!

  12. Icy @ Individual Chic October 27, 2009 at 4:59 pm #

    Gah, blah, blerg! Speechless! Shoes, stunning! Thump *faints*.

  13. Azulao October 27, 2009 at 8:57 pm #

    WOW! My mouth fell open too, Victor! That is a hay-ell of a shoe. Love them!

  14. Beth October 27, 2009 at 9:40 pm #

    The funniest tale yet – consider my Monday duly brightened. Now I wonder what that Justin from Trigonometry is up to these days…

  15. jeannemarie October 27, 2009 at 9:50 pm #

    what beautiful shoes!!! I love them! And a story to match! I’m always happy to hear the continuation of the woman and Gary saga – each one better than the last.

  16. kiki October 28, 2009 at 4:19 pm #

    Oh, Manolo! These shoes! Thanks for posting them. I am speechless!

  17. Style Bard October 28, 2009 at 9:11 pm #

    Love those shoes, truly.

    I wonder what they’d look like with a foot in them!

    Of course, if I got my hands on them they’d probably just be perched on a pedestal and stared at all day, so in the end it doesn’t really matter.

  18. Kathy D October 29, 2009 at 11:42 am #

    These shoes made me gasp. Sometimes I wish I had a life that would allow me to wear this stuff. But I would look really odd walking around Safeway in my little hick town wearing these gorgeous shoes! Dare me?