This, from The New York Times: “ON a recent summer evening at Mr. Black, a dance party held every Tuesday at Bardot on North Vine Street, Sean Wagner was towering above the crowd. Mr. Wagner, 23, is tall even in socks (6-foot-2), but that night he had some extra help.
On his Size 11 feet were a pair of eight-inch bright neon green lace-up stiletto ankle boots, procured from the Ladies Studio Exotic Shoes on Hollywood Boulevard.
He jokingly dubbed them “my usual hiking shoes.”
Mr. Wagner was otherwise dressed in men’s clothing: a loose-fitting black tank top with a pair of tapered black pants. He had a neatly trimmed beard, and a pair of black-framed glasses sat perched on his nose.
“I never leave the house with less than eight inches on my feet,” he said cheerfully. “It helps you see over the cattle.”
And there was I thinking that the squishing of one’s poor battered, tattered feet into towering high heels was a gender-secific insanity.
Via The NYT