Cendrillon shoes

Cendrillon Shoes – The Fictional Truth
“The absurd is truth in a world of fictions.” — Alfred Jarry

This is not a shoe. This is an illusion stitched in gold, a hallucination dressed in lace, a luxurious whisper in a screaming world. Cendrillon Shoes are not meant to be worn — they are meant to be dreamed, collected, flaunted, misunderstood, and desired by those who know that reality is just a poorly written play.

Crafted with the precision of a jeweler and the soul of a surrealist, these heels are a tribute to those who dare to believe in beauty despite its uselessness. The nude-toned mesh, as ephemeral as a breath, caresses the foot like a secret. The shimmering straps, criss-crossing like silver lies, create a cage made not to trap but to liberate — from logic, from dullness, from the tyranny of the practical.

Cendrillon Shoes are made for the woman who already has it all — because she knows that true wealth lies in the power to embrace what makes no sense. She doesn’t need to justify a purchase; her whims are law, her pleasures are sacred. She has signed a pact with the absurd — and in return, she walks on air, gliding through fiction with golden ankles and a dangerous smile.

You don’t wear Cendrillon Shoes to be seen. You wear them to vanish into a better story. You buy them not because you need them — but because, in a world of fabricated meaning, only the most pointless things still possess the raw purity of truth.

Cendrillon Shoes — Not the glass slipper. Something far more decadent. A lie worth living in.