The first image is from: http://artandghosts.typepad.com/. The shoes are a Dr Martens / Stussy collaboration.
Theres something about a pair of desert boots that fill a little void in my inspirational heart. Possibly it traces back to the first pair of Rollers I had. Every time I put them on, I relished the moment. And I'm talking about a rather ugly pair of mens shoes, really. There''s also a vivid memory of those Clarks desert boots back in the day, I would watch the feet of the kids who wore them intensely. The gummy sole looked SO comfy. Were they called moon boots?
Is it normal to feel so impacted by these shoey moments in life? Don't even get me started on what my desire for a pair of kung fu slippers from the asian 'thuc pham a chao tan hong phat' on the corner did to me. I memorised the name of the shop for one thing. How can a pair of $8 slip ons mean so much to a girl of 10?
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