The Other Half of Fox & Fluevog

March 17, 2008

peter fox We’ve all heard the story of Fluevog: Origins.  John Fluevog and a friend happened upon a container of pristine vintage shoes, and promptly set up Fox & Fluevog through which to flog them off.  At some point, they decided to design and manufacture their own shoes, and somewhere along the line a fissure presented through the ampersand, and they went their separate ways.

We all know the conclusion to the Fluevog part of the story.  I’d presumed that Peter Fox has wandered off somewhere and sunk into obscurity.  My ignorance can be blamed upon my interest in wedding shoes predeceasing even John’s stab at the genre.

Peter Fox has a sprightly little concern, churning out all sorts of throwback designs for women to hide beneath tulle and chiffon.  He does a fair line in movie shoes too, proving that the obvious might not have been the prettiest thing in Legends of the Fall after all.


Fluevog Spotlight: Rococco Desdemona

March 12, 2008

rococco desdemona I have an urge to dry hump just about every member of the Operetta/Soprano families (oh, the teal Inge, the green Hildegard, the red Maria), but Catholic nuns taught me the virtue of denial for denial’s sake, and it’s Lent, so let’s elsewhere.

D’Artagnan and Puss in Boots meet Baroque on your auntie’s sofa with the Rococco Desdemona.

With a heel almost as distinctive as that famous cloven one, the Rococcos have been making striking forays into Grand National territory of darkness and vice.  The Desdemona backs off a little from the depravity and instead goes in a more opulent, lush direction.

If you love these boots but are frightened of the price tag, the Friend Mallory is similar, but built on the more boring but cheaper (and very comfy) Chinese heel and sells for about USD$200 less.  Apparently you can also wear those ones folded up, over the knee.

Verdict: I wouldn’t marry these boots, but I’d definitely be interested in a sword fight.  If you know what I mean.  And I think you do.


Fluevog Returns to Vancouver’s Gastown

March 10, 2008

If you should go out to Vancouver today, you’re in for a big surprise.  After years of flagshippiness on grubby Granville, Fluevog have set up shop once again in their original stomping-ground in tourist-ridden Gastown.  This is incredibly convenient.  You can now buy your penis shoes and stuffed beavers without venturing more than a few footsteps.

By all evidence, the new store, at 65 Water Street, is spectacular.  Cavernous and sleek and adorned with the overlarge visage of a leathery Stone.

Have you been there?  Do tell.


Fluevog Sighting: B.C. Finance Minister

February 22, 2008

Carole Taylor - Teapot Darjeelings - Photo: Debra Brash, Times Colonist

 Finally, politics made interesting.

Apparently, the first time she delivered a budget, British Columbia’s Finance Minister Carole Taylor took some flack for wearing $600 Guccis.  Her suitably amended ways took her via a certain Canadian shoe designer.

They look like Teapot Darjeelings, and the green is supposed to symbolise the environmentally-friendly slant of her upcoming budget.  Considering the shoes, I’d expect more of a Celadon Budget – if she were truly commited to the environment, she’d be rocking the Veggie Vogs.

 Tip: The Darjeelings are currently on sale for only $129, and the black ones in particular look great if you swap out the leather lace for some gorgeously coloured ribbon.


Fluevog Spotlight: Body Part Pump

January 11, 2008

Big news over at Fluevog (besides the sale.  Oh, there’s a sale.) is the release of the Body Part Pump.

This shoe is in homage to the original Body Part, which was released a decade ago and carried John’s feelings about AIDS.  It was notable for a heel designed to be phallic.

The new Body Part is a rather gorgeous shoe, and I’d snap up the red one in an instant if my shoe collection weren’t already over-influenced by Dorothy (and if even I wasn’t put-off a little by the price).  But I have a bone to pick with the boner bit.

I’m all for a shoe that looks like a phallus.  However, I prefer my phallic shoes to have a little more…cock.

The new Body Part isn’t phallic at all, and the old one just barely skimmed the line.  If I’m going to buy $359 penis pumps, then I want the kinds of shoes that will cause the fainting of old ladies and the outcry of religious groups.

    body part

Verdict: I wouldn’t marry this shoe, and I’d expect the talk of its prowess to outstrip its performance.


Fluevog Sighting: Speed Racer…probably

January 7, 2008

I caught the trailer for the new Speed Racer movie.  Short review: dreadful.

My experience, however, was improved by a Fluevog sighting.  Maybe.

See up there.  Big ole full-screen shot of a rather fabbo white men’s boot.  Looks like a Fluevog to me.  Unfortunately, it’s discontinued, my memory is shaky and my Google-fu is failing me, so I could be entirely imagining things.  Yes, I do, on occasion, imagine Fluevog-related things.

Please tell me you imagined this Fluevog too.  And in teal.  Or purple.  Pink?  Right?

UPDATED: Aha!  The Texas!

texas right

Right?  Except…no.

texas left


Is Designing a Fluevog Your Ultimate Dream?

December 21, 2007

We all know about the Open-Source Fluevog design thing.  (Small quibble: it’s not really Open-Source, that.  It’s not like the community is continually involved in the design process, and the developed design is released under the GPL.   It’s not like you can change the heel later because you hate what John did with it.  It’s really more “Out-Sourced” Design.  Or maybe “I’ve Run Out of Ideas, Please Give Me Some” Design.  Or “The Hipsters Think Commie Software is Cool, Let’s Run With It, It’ll Get Us Mentioned In All Sorts of Scholarly Texts” Design.)

Anyway, if your dreams run a little further than a colourful but crude pencil sketch of a fun shoe, and your design skills and experience back it up, there’s a position going as a Senior Designer at Fluevog.  Details here.

If a staff discount comes with the renumeration package, this might just be my fantasy job.  Pity I have the creative skills of a half-eaten Snickers bar.