A large number of foot fetishists search Flickr for photos, judging by the number of hits my shoe and feet photos get. What’s so fascinating about feet? They’re all different, and shoes are like icing on a cake (however, not a cake that I’d like to eat). One can learn a lot about a person with just a glance at the feet.
“Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.” A fashionably clad foot with polished toes.
“Look at me!” Gladiator sandals at the MOMA.
“Functional yet stylish.” Comfy shoes and roomy pants made for walking.
“A semi-free spirit.” Heel slightly dirty but clean shoes.
“Practical and cute.” My cushy Keens in India. Perfect travel shoes.
“Granola art lover”. My Birkenstocks next to a poster I’d just bought in New York.
“Exhausted tourist and Happy tourist.” The same Birks at the Vatican. My feet would have been MUCH happier in his shoes. This one got 1,000 views. Why? WHY?
“Oh, the places these boots have been.” Tattered boots at the Vatican.
“Precious shoes for precious people.” Handmade shoes in Florence, Italy. Worth $500? Perhaps not.
“Shy girl.” The perfect pedicure at the beach.
“Shall we dance?” A whimsical dame in San Francisco.
“Earthy dude.” Squatting to dig a sandcastle, heels worn smooth.
“Grim.” Shoe of a female gone missing in Columbia. Sealed into the gallery wall with a slice of cow’s bladder and stitched with animal hair. From Doris Salcedo’s Atrabilarios, which means defiant.