Did anybody else from here go? I got there at ten minutes to one and waited for over an hour to have my moment with him. I was happy that he took the time to chat with everyone. He was so kind, gracious, and sweet. I have gone to other meet and greets (for actors and musicians) and no one else has given as much individualized personal time as Monsiour Christian Louboutin.
I wish I had taken more pictures of what was going on, but my camera's battery died. I loved how the models were set up in the shoe salon.
Pic #1 Male model helping change the female models Pigalles.
Pic #2 My friend wanted a picture of what shoe Christian Louboutin himself wears.
Dh and I stopped at the shoe dept. for a few seconds and saw the line. Too bad couldn't stay, dh was starving Glad to hear you had a chance to meet CL, Lavender.
Shopping and standing around in line can work up your appetite. My friends and I had a late lunch at the Rotunda after we checked things out at the Shoe Salon. I can't even imagine how long people farther behind me had to wait.
I met him! I got there at around 1 PM and there was a small line, just from the Prada to the Jil Sander. I had a lot of fun peoplewatching in line. I saw a lot of pancake makeup, too much self bronzer, etc. I also had fun watching what shoes people were wearing. My mom succumbed and got a pair of serafina flats (she just got brocade manolos last week!) and also got them signed. I waited just over an hour and a half to see him. Enough blabbering, on with the pictures!
Models and SHOES!
Monsieur Louboutin descends from the escalator like a god.
I like the male model's expression
From my "Who the heck would buy this?" file.
A rather poor shot of my graffiti flats.
Me and the man himself.
Again
It was wonderful meeting him. He took time to talk to everyone. I was a little starstruck at first - my mom had to tell me to take my shoes off! but he was genuinely nice person to talk to. He said I was very tall for a 17 year old (I'm just over 5' 7") and at some point, I said "Merci" (I speak fluent french). So we started speaking in French, he signed my shoes "Pour Erin" and also signed a page in my notebook. His US Sales manager gave me her business card after I told them I was a photographer and interested in pursuing that later on in life. I forgot to grab pictures of that and my shoes, but fear not. I'll take care of that this week .
I am in the background of one of your pics! And, I remember seeing you when I was in line. Your graffiti flats caught my eye! I wanted him to sign my shoes in French, but alas, he wrote "to" and not "pour."
I was surprised to see the pink booties. Butterfly, no words can describe how kind he was. I think he made a point to make each person go there feel at ease. He was even joking around with me. He told me not to use his heels as weapons.