The Red Shoes

I stand in the ring

in the dead city

and tie on the red shoes...

They are not mine.

They are my mother's.

Her mother's before.

Handed down like an heirloom

but hidden like shameful letters.

The house and the street where they belong

are hidden and all the women too,

are hidden...

Anne Sexton

"The practice of collecting is not equivalent to a sexual practice, in that it does not seek to still a desire ( as does fetishism). None the less, it ca bring about a reactive satisfaction that is every bit as intense. In which case, the obhect in question should undoubtedly be seen as a 'loved object'....for the collector the object is a sort of docile dog which recieves caresses and returns them in its own way; or rather, reflects them like a mirror constructed in such a way as to throw back images not of the real but of the desirable."

Jean Baudrillard

Garance Dore