From the Ashes of Porn, Rises the Thigh High Boots..

When she first sent me the Narciso Rodriguez link to these, I was, quite frankly, pleasantly surprised. Especially after the whole Stella McCartney debate, to which I concluded to have no conclusion, because I'd really need to see them on her - but in order to do that, she'd have to purchase. That's really out of the question, so I'd defer to "no." Quite frankly though, I must say they are an edgy an chic design especially with the flat toe and natural folds when worn. But again, at that price range, I would side on a conservative version of same boot, faux or otherwise. Coupled with a simple grey coat, and it's a stunner. The Narciso's have gorgeous panels which flatter the lines giving it a great Jean Grey (Famke Jenson, hellooo..)prop. But its effect does not detract from my previous opinion and would work so well with short dress.

The thigh-high genre is clearly coming into mainstream with a significant chance of looking back on its sleazy past the same way the word "gay" is spoken with such abandon it's hardly derogative (unless purposefully so). On Saturday, the boys and I were catching nightcap at Racks, and there was a group four or five girls hanging out by the first pool table in full view before the bar. One of the girls was wearing a black dress, black tights and thigh high boots. Average height for an Asian girl, and she look good. Dom and Justin also agreed she looked appropriate, with no more than a nod of approval, in fact. No snide remark, no raised eyebrow. Instead, and while the connotations are clearly there, I'm glad to see that its presence in a bar, at least here in HK, is not flushed with gasps and cut eye the way it would have been in '97.

On the contrary, the wearer appeared to be quite the popular girl - amongst girls, all of whom were asking the most obvious rhetorical question, "How much?" A question answered the same way each time with feign mock and tilt of the head implying "More than you can afford, honey." You'd think she'd been draped in fur, what with all the hands reaching out to test the quality of leather, slack jawed zombies cooing in jealousy. As guys witnessing this from the bar, indeed, we too found the copious girl-on-girl attention strangely erotic.

The designers have bombarded the catwalk with them and that's put the boots front and center in the minds of banker chicks all across in Asia, and not too soon amidst this years stellar recovery here. For quality stomps, they will have to shell out over six hundred pounds. However, with fresh cash in hand, the big cats are prowling the Lanes. And the thigh high boots, though not inexpensive, are suddenly within reach and no longer just a halloween prop; and this, in itself, is a declaration to the rest of the peasant-kind, that she has reached another significant milestone closer to being the city's richest, hottest, most awesome bitch of all time... kinda like Jean Grey.