Viva La Revolucion

The Time: 1959
The Place: Havana, Cuba
The Reason: Social Justice

Having traveled to Havana disguised as a Philadelphia debutante of questionable lineage, I found myself one night in the Casino where who should I meet but a young, scruffy revolutionary named Fidel. After plying me with many a Cuba Libre, the fiery-eyed socialist outlined for me his vision of a Cuba released from the shackles of the Oligarchy.

"Oh, no," I thought, "but where will I shop?"

But La Revolucion could not be stopped, even at the expense of readily available strappy Italian sling-backs.

And so, I became Shirley Le Feu, spiritual leader of a glorious march toward freedom for The People. Or, as I became known, simply...

Feu!