Will never, ever fit into these fascinating, gorgeous Gucci Men’s boots. Not that I could afford them, anyway. I can’t deny, though, my heart’s a little broken. Why is it that I’ve mostly been admiring men’s shoes lately, especially when my dear little feet have nary a chance of fitting into them? Prancing around the city in heels just doesn’t usually work for me. It’s odd because while these shoes are so pristine and shiny….they sort of remind me of the oily stickers I coveted in my childhood sticker collection phase.
Of those creepy, yet oddly beautiful opalescent effect of nasty oil in puddles
Of the city’s grunge.. colors layered upon one another with dirt and grime and the rust of age.
Yes, these shoes would fit in quite nicely here among the duality of grunge and glitz of the city.