Every woman must face an internal battle of aesthetics-versus-function the moment she puts on an elevated shoe. This battle rages with a storm of questions. How far will I be walking? Will there be dancing? What if there are no cabs?
My legs looked ah-mazing. I could walk. Kinda. I towered over the gorgeous Lenny Kravitz-lookalike shoe salesman. My legs looked great, six inches was the only heel available and I was there to spend. Maybe shoes aren't really for mobility. I got them all.
I think as a male designer designing for woman it is very easy to forget that wearable does not mean you must be able to put it on and look stunning, you should look and feel beautiful for at least a couple of hours, if not whole evening.