Showing posts with label oxfords. Show all posts
Showing posts with label oxfords. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

This Old Man


Today I was riding the train and saw this old man. "This old man, he played one, he played knick-knack on my thumb; With a Knick-knack paddywhack, Give a dog a bone; This old man came rolling home." Remember that song? Anyway, this old man was old—pretty old. I was surprised he was riding the train by himself. But, look how dapper he is with a kane, a man purse, trench coat, patterned socks, and oxfords. I wanted this old mans style. So regal and well put together. I got jealous. I hope when I'm old I'll look like this old man.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Black, White, and Brown

This is Charles. Charles lives in London but is in NYC to visit his friend Dalia. Charles loves Dalia but Dalia does not love Charles—in that way. Dalia likes men who dress up and Charles was not one of them. But he changed his ways and started wearing oxfords, wing tips, and even boat shoes in order to win Dalia over. This is the first time she's seen him in about a year. She was shocked to see his new look. That's her walking next to Charles.

About Me

Addiction is never a good thing, but sometimes it's just what you need in order to make you happy. In my case, my shoe addiction has consumed every aspect of my life. I wonder about shoes constantly, conjure up styles that don't even exist, go crazy over anything from bougie heels to lowbrow knockoffs, drool over any stylish concoctions, and fawn over my ludicrous collection, which you will see through my weird photoshoot. (I will also showcase some heels on other peoples feet.) I am secretly an Imelda Marcos hater who does not like cheese.

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