The final collection of the late Alexander McQueen features these wonderful scaled ankle boots, so serpentine that it is hard to tell where the couture ends, and the model and the snakes begin:
Also of note in the collection are shoes so baroque that any steampunk heroine would retire weak-kneed to her cogwheel-emblazoned chaise longue at the very sight of them, and what is surely the most surly group of models ever assembled in one place. Even in the photo I can actually feel the waves of emotion radiating from them, ranging from derisive contempt all the way to contemptuous derision, and one can only assume that they were specially selected for their ability to frown and pout.
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