Schieferstein's Hoof Shoes
Friday, March 5, 2010 at 12:44PM
Berlin artist Iris Schierferstein's new shoes. Above is Hoofs (2005) with horse hooves and zippers. Below is her more recent Vegas Girl (2009) with cow hooves and toy pistols and Temptation (2009) with pigeons.


See more of Schieferstein's animal shoes at http://www.froschportmann.com/IS.html
Check out more hoof styles at http://www.designboom.com/weblog/cat/8/view/9050/hoof-shoe-success-continues.html




Reader Comments (10)
You are right, it isn't normal, but I don't think everything has to be. I don't think abnormality is a bad thing. People who make unusual and creative art pieces are the ones who make the world diverse. You are the kind that kills diversity, and tries to make everything the same. You are the kind that conforms.
Now who's a weirdo? :D
As to the matter here; yes, it is different. Different, even a little odd. You may not agree with it, but it is far to the side of ignorance to claim that it is inherently wrong. Many things in life need to be inspected from many angles before judgement can be made. And many times it is not a person's place to judge at all.
Let's talk about art, shall we, for this is art even if it is found unpalatable by some. Unpalatability may even add even more credibility to its artistry. Art is meant to spur thought, provoke feeling. It speaks to each person differently. Some art says nothing to some, and speaks volumes to others. The very best art spurs a discussion such as this. It shows some for who they are; unthinking, quick to judge.
I am an animal lover. I think they are beautiful, wonderful, and precious every one. I have cared for many and don't plan to stop now. A sight like horse hoof shoes makes me pause and think. I could take it as a horror, and certainly would if it became such a rage of fashion that healthy horses might be slain just for their feet. Perhaps not many think of it, for they have no need to, but perfectly healthy horses do go every day to the slaughter houses for glue and dog food. Perfectly healthy animals are bred for our use. It is sad, but it seems to be the way of the world. Tell me Suzie, are you a vegetarian? Vegan? How many things in your possession are made from animal goods? Do you read? Did you know that many books are bound with glues made from cow hides? Like baking? Purified bone ash is commonly used to refine sugar. Your carpet, your makeup, your perfumes, the glues that hold your furniture together, the ink on labels. Animal parts are used in a myriad of products we use every day, and yet, you abuse this artistry because you refuse to think about it.
Ever think that maybe this taxidermy isn't butchery, but a celebration of the beauty of these creatures after they have passed on? It captures the imagination. It may even have the effect for many to spur them into thinking of such things as this: are we as humans abusing these creatures? How many creatures have you welcomed into your home to care for, Suzie? Do you try to save the thoroughbred horses with papers of their pedigree that go to slaughter because an owner dies and no one wants to bother? Or do you sit on your computer, intent to spout your short-sighted, little thought over opinions on everyone who doesn't fit in your cozy little box? You say you care, but I doubt you realize the magnitude of what you accuse this artist of.
I'm picking on you, but I mean this a message to everyone who speaks out about anything anywhere with such short-sightedness. You cultivate an even worse image of yourself by stooping to call this person names when you can't think of anything more intelligent to say. Think deeper on every issue from every angle. An attitude toward life that doesn't seek the meaning behind what is visible is a very shallow one indeed.
In all things seek an answer not obvious. Look for the hidden meaning and seek to understand.
And above all, do not seek to judge and dismiss simply because something makes you uncomfortable.
Oh, and please, for the future of us all, let's try to speak like the intelligent people I know we all can be.