One thing that my mother and I have in common are shoes. We love shoes. She likes pretty heels, nice street shoes and a bit retro half-boots. I'm crazy about almost anything that has high heels.
This is my mum in a shoe paradise that we accidentally found on Portobello Road. It was a little and a bit smelly thrift store which was filled with "fashionable vintage" clothes (translate: clothes from your grandpa's closet) and all kinds of shoes. The shop was like a rabbit's lair: tiny corridors spreading like roads in a labyrinth and eventually leading to even tinier rooms that were literally filled with fur coats and old ball gowns.
And then - a roomful of shoes.
And then - a roomful of shoes.
You can only imagine how overjoyed she was.
Portobello Road, Notting Hill
January 2012
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