Werner Herzog Eats His Shoe

I love my brown suede Clarks desert boots. They look great and feel comfortable, but little did I know, they might also be delicious!

Legendary filmmaker Werner Herzog finds out for himself when he cooks his own desert boots, albeit a pair of leather ones, in Les Blank’s 1980 short film Werner Herzog Eats His Shoe. Herzog makes himself the titular meal as the result of losing a bet with fellow filmmaker Errol Morris. Turns out all you need is some duck fat, hot sauce, rosemary, onion, salt, and an entire bulb of garlic to give that boot some kick! Pun intended.

Werner Herzog’s latest film, the 3D documentary Cave of Forgotten Dreams, is playing now at the Bell Lightbox in Toronto. It closes Thursday, August 11th (tomorrow!), so be sure to check it out.

Shoe Blues

I’m big on lists. I write them in my planner, on scraps of paper (when said planner is unavailable), and when things get really desperate, in smudgy scribbles on my hands. My favorite type is of the “to buy” assortment, although mine always seems to grow and can never be completed, creating one giant, ongoing list. Almost every time I head to a shop, be it alone or with friends, for large pieces of furniture or just groceries, I will secretly be clutching a list detailing exactly what I’d like to buy. There’s just one problem: no matter what I have on my list, I somehow always end up bringing home the same thing. Shoes.

Last weekend, I went out looking for a vintage trunk to use as a coffee table in my new place. What did I come home with? Vintage suede slippers with a delicately embroidered toe in a delicious olive green. A few weeks earlier, it was black patent vintage Ferragamos with a fabric bow and gold detailing, a pair so precious they managed to trump my basic food needs for the week. No matter how final my lists are on paper, my mind always seems to have a subconscious agenda that constantly pulls me to the footwear department, distracting me from the things I actually need.

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