From London to Paris, Selfridges to Rue de Grenelle, I’ve searched high and low for my perfect pair of Christian Louboutin. But alas, I have yet to find the my dream heels or that should be they have yet to find me. Instead of dwelling over my failures in the footwear department, I’m going to tell you about my two very different experiences of shopping in the world-famous Louboutin boutiques of London and Paris.
There are many reasons why I love the Victoria and Albert museum. The exhibitions are inspiring and curated with the excellence one would expect from such a fantastic institution. What’s more, there’s always something going on that’s fashion or arts related. The location also happens to fall in my favour as it’s very close to South Kensington and Harrods, where I tried on my first pair of Louboutins.
After trying on the Pigalles, which were my Louby Lous (yes, that’s what I call them) of choice, I decided I may have to lower my expectations, literally. I finally found a style that I liked but as with all good things, they come to those who wait and the size of my feet has proven to be an issue.
Weeks passed and after searching again on the internet and trying on various pairs that didn’t fit or reminded me of Minnie Mouse in department stores – I’m talking about the round-toed pumps, we headed to the Louboutin store in Knightsbridge.
With the warning from my boyfriend that the staff in the flagship store are meant to be snooty, I really didn’t know what to expect. In fact, I was pleasantly surprised. Not only were the assistants extremely friendly but they also very helpful. It says a lot about a company when they will not sell you a pair of heels that do not fit. The what seems to be age-old problem reared its ugly head once again and left the beautiful store with elegantly displayed pieces of my kind of art empty-handed. And so to Paris.
Now we didn’t travel to Paris specifically to buy a pair of Louboutins but a trip to one of their boutiques was certainly on the agenda and we weren’t the only ones. I’m not sure if this is common practice but we had to join a fair-sized queue on a cold January day to ensure we would be allowed into this exclusive landmark on the fashionistas map of Paris. Yes, we stood shivering for approximately 40 minutes before we entered into the rather tiny boutique on the Left Bank. You can see the photos here and here.
Was it worth the wait? I’d like to say yes, the experience was delightful but compared to the London service their French relation was pretty poor. The girl who served me was pretty nonchalant about the whole process. No, she wasn’t serving anyone else and she did find the shoes that I wanted but there was no rapport. It was only when I said I’d take the pair that she decided to take an interest and see if the shoes actually fitted. They didn’t so I’m back to the drawing board.
Maybe it was this one bad experience of a perhaps tired shop assistant but, as they say, first impressions count. I am determined to track down my Louboutins but will stick to my home turf to do so.
Sorry Paris, I love you and all that but this time you just didn’t live up to my expectations.