The first is a Russian girl who was enjoying leisure time, reading a novel titled The Marriage Plot. She must've enjoyed the book quite a bit because she was getting close to the end of reading the whole thing when I went up to her. I thought she was very pretty; I loved how her face and her hair looked - pleasant to the sight and soft to the touch.
There is something about her shoes that goes well with her tight jeans, classic denim jacket, and her stylish black and grey stripped shirt. A woman who looks like her, dressed like her, spending her quiet time in a park reading a novel, is someone a man would love to together with. Someone like myself would love sit beside her, talk to her and see how her feet would look when they come out of her shoes, finally free, in its natural form. She wore no socks, which would only make you imagine if they were moist in the type of shoes designed in the way hers were that day.
She was the first woman I can remember who removed her shoes in the form that she did it. It was nice of her to give her time to me, to allow me to see her feet when I wanted to see them.
Fifteen minutes after I shot photos of Bosomy Lovely, I ran into this European beauty from Paris, France. We were walking towards each other and I had to say something to her. The possibility of her rejecting my proposal to allow me to take photos of her feet never crossed my mind.
It has often been said that French girls have that certain je ne sais quoi that speaks to an elegance that is neither boastful or overbearing but sharply present nonetheless. Being that Paris is certainly an epicenter for the world's most fashionable designers, this woman in particular is no exception to the rule that French women are always dressed very well. While an American woman wouldn't think twice about heading to the grocery store in sweat pants, a hoodie and sneakers, that simply is not the case for our foot model here. Just like most French women, this woman would not consider stepping out of the house in sneakers simply because they were comfortable. It is true that you would never -- or very rarely -- catch a French woman in the supermarket with sweats - especially in Paris, especially with her, whether it's in France or New York; that's how she prefers to go out. Taking taxis and walking are consistent modes of transportation for her.
She was on her way to meet up with her boyfriend. If she was nice enough about it to give me a few moments of her time, then I'm just fine with that.
I was glad to have been able to catch her at the time I did because the bottoms of her feet were not entirely clean. When she expressed some concerns about me not liking her feet, that was probably the reason why. Seeing feet in their purest form like the way hers were reminded me why I love doing what I do.
Thanks, Icarus. Even if you liked one more than the other, what was it about the two women I just showed that you liked? I like to know what went through your mind a bit when you saw the photos to those two ladies.
@BareSoles84 ... Something about the varying colors to Quiet Dream's soles that makes them more inviting. It's an intricate aspect to this fetish of ours that makes us like what we like.
Thanks for welcoming me back. I am genuinely glad to see you again, and I'm looking forward to the commentaries you will provide throughout the months to come.