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If Christian Louboutin weren&#;t wearing a gray-and-neon-yellow hoodie, he might disappear into the bric-a-brac that clutters his dimly lit Paris office. There&#;s a faux-cheetah rug with a decorative chief staring up from the floor. A dingy Snoopy doll slouching on the bookshelf behind his desk. A massive painting of nearly naked boxers standing ringside. And a 3-ft.-wide photograph of a naked woman on her advocate , legs akimbo, writhing in high heels. &#;Shoes own to seem of sex,&#; Louboutin says, his sonorous tones bouncing off the creaky wooden floorboards. &#;It makes part of the identity of my shoes.&#;

Those shoes are notably absent from his office, though they clutter his conversation. &#;A while ago, I saw this woman arriving in my store in Paris. She was very elegant, very delicate,&#; he says, folding his hands in his lap and sitting upright to display her prim posture. &#;She put on the Pigalle&#; — a patent-leather pump that most buyers opt favor in black with a 5-in. heel. &#;She walked around and said, &#;It feels great. I peek like a slut! I feel like a slut!'&#; A