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For a cousin’s wedding more than a decade ago, I treated myself to a pair of Christian Louboutins (on sale). Occasionally, I take the red-soled beauties out of the closet to admire them, though I’m rarely inclined to put my foot inside. At the Brooklyn museum right now, there’s an exhibition, Killer Heels: The Art of the High Heeled Shoe [1]. It’s the next best thing to owning a pair.