Angelina Fendi — Feet Model

I read about foot fetish in a book - a memoir written by a woman who described exactly the kind of wealthy clientele she attracted through specializing in it. The book made it sound less like a fetish and more like a refined taste that a certain class of men openly cultivated. That framing was the part that interested me.

Money and successful wealthy men. I have a real weakness for the whole package - a man who has built something, who travels business class as a baseline, who orders a bottle of wine without checking the price. Watching someone operate from that level of resource is what actually turns me on, and the money that comes with their attention is a lovely bonus.

My favorite pedicure is glossy nude or deep red with crystal accents. The most memorable compliment: a fan told me my tiny size 4 soles look like they were designed to be photographed next to a Cartier box. My favorite shoes are Louboutin stilettos and Gucci loafers.

Sheer nude stockings or bare. Socks would ruin any outfit I own.

A little, because I obsess over hygiene. My feet are always clean so the topic catches me off guard when it comes up.

Very sensitive. At size 4 every touch feels more concentrated than on a larger foot - I notice every detail.

I feel appropriately valued, which is the most important emotion for me. A man who treats my feet like something rare is usually a man who treats me the same way.

Moderately, on the arches. I stay composed.

After a full day at my lash studio my tiny soles are warm with soft natural wrinkles. I moisturize constantly so the skin stays soft and the scent is always faint.

High-end requests - fans who want specific designer items in frame, private jet aesthetics, champagne next to bare feet. Those are my favorite to film because they match my personal taste exactly.

I would film a private jet interior video where I lounge on cream leather seats in a silk slip, my tiny bare feet up on a soft cashmere throw next to an unopened Hermes box, while the camera pans slowly along my painted toes and rests on a glass of champagne beside me.