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.

I spend up to twelve hours a day purchasing poor quality shoes in bulk quantities just so I can resell them at wholesale prices to the public. Where would Melbourne be without me supplying the poor and underprivileged with cheap footwear? My retail outlets are famous for their simple designs and low key customer service. Cutting costs where it counts enables me to supply a really poor quality product at a very reasonable price. I shouldn’t have to apologise for being who I am. Should I?

When I get home after a long day I like to relax in a nice hot bath, naked except for my gumboots and rain hat. I think a nude foot is like a horse with vampire fangs….something no one should ever have to see! People in the street often feel compelled to comment about the tattoo of a pair of shoes I’ve had engraved into my forehead. It’s a real conversation starter. I’m proud to have a footwear obsession, and if that makes me Melbourne’s strangest shoe wholesaler, then so be it!