Raindrops on roses and knee high leather boots at wholesale prices…these are a few of my favourite things. When did having a foot fetish become something to be ashamed of? My footwear collection is comprised of over one thousand pairs of shoes, boots, clogs and sandals in different styles and sizes. If I had to choose just one item in my assortment to take with me to a desert island it would come down to a choice between my brightly coloured, oversized clown shoes and my steel capped ballet slippers. Read the rest of this entry »

My name is not important to me but my obsession is critical to my identity. I am a shoe wholesaler based in Melbourne and my fetish for footwear goes beyond the realms of normality. I have drunk champagne from the stilettos of my girlfriends and mixed cocktails in the steel-capped boots of my burly neighbour who drives semi-trailers for a living. My bed is shaped like a gym boot and the wall paper in the study is adorned with cartoon images of pink slippers and baby’s booties. Read the rest of this entry »