Yesterday walking into Chelsea Market I passed the man himself, Christian Louboutin. He was about my height, wearing his signature ivory suit and fedora. I cursed myself for not bringing my new pair to the cobbler to be resoled so I could have whipped them out of my bag and begged him to sign them. As he walked away I could see he was wearing a pair of his own white leather chukka boots, signature red soles flawless, of course. Afterward, I abruptly bumped into Philippe Petit of Man on Wire fame. Just an all-around good day for Parisians in NY. Then I went into the market and had myself a crepe.
