She laughed, dirty. Tacky lipstick smudged around her cupids bow. In the hazy light of the Reebok Lounge she is like a mannequin, sculptural, idealised by my curtain of Jack. Suddenly sleek, marble like an ancient Greek Aphrodite, through my eyes she is sexual, enticing.
I cannot stop looking at her, and oddly, I despise her. Disgusted by her backcombed bleached hair, her smooth dewy skin, her tight tube dress, fantastic sheer tights and sexually charged peep-toe biker boot heels, I laugh along falsely at the banter. The covetable boots cup her feet, elongating her legs, gripped tightly; the laces bound her velvet skin. Why can I not look so casually chic, so relaxed, so sexy and rough, bitter and sweet, perfect and hideous at the same time? She oozed confidence, cheek, balls. Real balls. I try to stand near her, cold in her sequined shadow.
Teasing, her smile signals a guy across the room to approach her. The crowds are a pick and mix of apparel and shapes; stars, studs, net headpieces, lame legs, shaved skulls, floral angles, diagonal zips, bleached denim, ripped hosiery, a cloud of raw fashion, superiority. The Super Super Magazine party revolves around Namalee and the release of Wonder woman themed Reebok trainers amidst photos by ‘Billa’ that shout from the walls. The music fills the room with unity and warmth; friendship-groups cling like cobwebs, glued with spirits. Magazines litter the floor like pebbles on a pirate-infiltrated beach. Her sketched eyebrows arched over her head, suggestive and destructive. I watch her close.
Her and the guy circle each other, I watch him cover her in his eyes. Her peep-toe leather boots twist coyly as their gazes meet. The gold buckles glimmer in the flashing lights, like skyscrapers, erect from the ground her stiletto heels raise, objectify her. A platform for her voyeurs, she is charged, fetishised. She draws the curious eye further, deeper. Tarnished by her mischief her heels are dull and worn. Perfect insanity. I hate her.
But, oh…to be in her shoes.
Amazing post, you should write for people xxx
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