HAPPY 45TH, FLUEVOG

Hundreds of faithful Fluevoggers flocked to Fluevog’s Queen Street West location to celebrate the 45^th anniversary of their favourite shoe brand featuring the star shoemaker himself, John Fluevog.

There were nibbles and alcohol but everyone was intoxicated by the footwear, including moi, a diehard shoe slut. Shoes and boots are my crack – I swear I will be found dead in a ditch with a stiletto in my arm. 

I exited with a pair of fakeskin brogues, as in fake snake, even though I firmly believe the only good snake is a dead snake. They give me the creepy crawlies.

John Fluevog . . . he's not a rock star, but he is in shoe biz. He's wearing a fabulous tapestry jacket bought in a tiny tailor shop in Paris. He refused to bequeath it to me in his will. But I smell a line of shoes in that fabric.

Move over, Fred Astaire. My homage to Royal Wedding, in which Fred danced on the walls and ceiling. This is after only one glass of wine.

This wall covering is a photographic rendition of John Fluevog with his first wife, circa 1970. The couch, lamp and bookcase have been replicated sideways in the room above, which is used for fun photo-ops.

The cat in the hat was only one of the hundreds of funsters in the room. Didn’t notice his shoes. Couldn’t get past the topper.

It was standing room only, mainly because everyone was trying on shoes, including this fashionable femme whose necklace I coveted. It was from J.Crew, whose creative director Jenna Lyons is being blamed for its floundering fortunes but at least she got the jewelry part right.

Myles Sexton, jewelry designer and creative director of NORD magazine, is inevitably the coolest kid in the room. I am a hanger-on/Klingon.

Fit for a Prince . . . or a Lenny Kravitz (crotch and all). Magpie Designs at 702 Queen Street West has a great rock 'n roll vibe. This unisex vest, designed by Cathy McDayter, who has been known to drive over fabric if it's not distressed enough, is made of hand-painted leather, antique Rajasthani tapestry, Italian sequins and a million studs. Don't go through airport security with this baby.