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I love Clarks. Well, I love Wallabees.

The whole middle rack + top right is brilliant. There’s nothing like them. Probably never will be. For my Seattlites that read this blog, anyone remember Church’s? (across the street from Nike Town). Their closing sale was the greatest thing that ever happened to any Wu-Tang lover besides Wu-tang.

Do I even need to say anything? Nope. But fuck it. Jordan 6’s. Yea. To someone who didn’t grow up with the shoe, I can understand not liking the silhouette. But I know what they feel like. I know what they smell like. And I know how hard they are to find.

I think I loose. “Jordan Song” coming soon…

For some Japanese guy appropriating the Natives and making kicks out of their Moccasins, this dude did a pretty great job. Then again at $400, he receives a GTFOH stamp of “Not in our Country!” Alright, unless you live in NYC, have enough money to buy $18 gin and tonics on the reg, live in a 2 bedroom apartment in the village by yourself and spend money on excessive beautiful things others hate you for.
The Louie Vatton whatevers. They’re too expensive for anyone with a conscious. But Ye killed these.
Now these might find their way to my feet when they arrive in August. Had em in the first grade.

There’s this thing called nostalgia, and it’s kicking in heavy right now. I remember I use to be the kid who was cool enough to play 4 square with the 5th graders. Well, cool enough until they hit puberty the next year and treated me like bitch, regardless of what shoes I had.
These are ganka hard. Unfortunately they will never make it to Nordstrom’s rack.