The most-fun pair of shoes I ever bought -- and I bought two pairs, because I just knew I'd love them -- were acquired (I think) at King's big-box store near the Hyannis rotary. They were quasi-denim cloth high-tops, married to a molded wedge sole with a bit of lift -- the only "platforms" I ever had on my feet. Cheap cheap -- but a formed toe, light weight, and really perfect for dancing. Somehow, they worked for driving, too. One pair blueish, the other brownish -- so hip in 1970. Would love to feel them on my feet again. The soles, which were colored to look like solid leather or maybe cork, eventually lost some finish and were revealed to be one-piece resilient resin of some sort, with integral and smooth bottom surface. Cool . . .
Birds are better in a hair net. So is hair.
Fine feathered friend, frolicking fucking freely for far fetched foolish funky friendly frypan flipper, forever flapping flopped fragrant fudge fragments for foolish folksy finicky fowl fan's. And I was eight before I was 7.
Hello,
Aunt Mark
Edit button punched..( I'm not going to edit this gibberish for a reason. I need to stop posting whilst blazed. Just being Brutally honest. Thankfully I did behave myself at the Annual Design Addict's Holiday Party the other night. And thanks for the compliments on my attire that evening. It's not easy. So good to see some new faces, and most of the regulars and old timers. What a lovely time.......until I split my trousers wide open (read....SHOP'S OPEN!!!) while showing off dancing the" wiggle" in the rumpus room. But we shouldn't talk about that. Our hosts were so gracious.) I also need to stop using the word fucking. I am shocked in myself. My god.
Riki,
Fine boots serve to improve the looks of attractive women. I enjoy the "buy now wear out the door" technique and I hope that works for you.
Revillon-Saks 5th Avenue furs (yes plural) are my favorite winter wear. Fur hats are good. Loro Piana scarf...it is fun to dress for the weather.
Heavy snow keeps the riff-raff away. The lone exception being a man wearing a ermine fur trimmed red jacket and pants with a broad buckled belt, a matching hat and black boots.
Merry Christmas
AM General M998 Hummer's are good. The same cannot be said for the AM General H2's and H3's (they were for a time a trailer park status symbol).
Mark, the Am General I am referencing is an automobile and "not" a overly friendly southern gentleman demonstrating his unique abilities early in the morning.
I can't imagine wearing shoes of any sort without socks; I'd rather be comfortable than stylish. (Perhaps $400 slip-ons are actually pleasant to wear without -- I couldn't say.) My Crocs, like most of my clothing, are black (I bought a brown pair, but they're in the closet, for some reason.) Regular shoes began to pinch my left foot, fifteen years ago, so I switched to Birkenstocks; when they became too expensive to buy and maintain, our friend Koen suggested Crocs. I get them online for $30 or less; the current pair are "work shoes" without the holes -- I can hope to ford puddles this winter without instant flooded feet.
Sounds like a Monday morning kind of post, doesn't it . . .
As for men wearing socks with sandals: why would any well-dressed male wish to inflict his toes on the defenseless public, except perhaps at beach or poolside ? Sorry -- I just don't get it. But then, I'm not much to look at, myself.
Vive la Difference ? Sorry -- this model is making me crabby.
Oh, yeah -- I almost forgot. Me, c. 1983; NoCal by way of NY and MA. No, there's no explanation for the socks. .
Well All right!
Great snappy, SDR! I like the trucker cap and the crescent wrench adorning your necklace. I actually highly approve of your sock attire here. They do compliment the other sartorial choices that you made on that cool Sunday afternoon in California. Do I spy a pack of cigs in the right breast pocket of the military academy jacket?
Quite handsome.
Your Aunt Mark
ps you look like Patty Hearst.
And you don't
have to call me
Merle Haggard
anymore
even though
you're on my fightin' side…
(chorus)
and I'll hang around as long as you will let me
and I never minded standin' in the rain
you don't have to call me darlin, darlin'
you never even called me by my name
.
Don't worry SDR, you look MUCH better than Merle Haggard ever did! I just was getting the vibe from the photo. (After all, Merle was big in the 80s) The song is David Allen Coe.
I love the way the CW singers all write songs about each other, and idolize each other. Thats the best thing about Country Western… That, and that they are not afraid to go totally corn-ball. Corn-ball always makes me cry. The way they fearlessly burn right through the cliche instead of side stepping it.
I should start listening to CW again. Or music of some kind. I have come to enjoy ambient sounds (like crows, and the din of distant traffic) so much that I stopped listening to music. At all.
Anyway, that is one cool picture SDR.
Marlboro Light King-size (is that what they're called ?) in the soft pack. Quit in '86 -- hypnosis.
My jewelry collection has dwindled; two found-object pieces below. The older one is the pendant in the photo, a piece of chromed auto script (Mercury ?), and a crumple of aluminum scrap, exactly as found. I added the thongs.
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