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alright little missy elliott. so. cowboy stitchwork. reptile print. pink sole. sneaker. boot. ankle strap. stripes. laces. contrast stitch. bedazzled logo. whatever all these things do together as a whole better cure cancer because there is no other fucking excuse. i’m having a really hard time deciding how and when i will kill the bitch [ READ MORE ]
the bow really softens it up. otherwise might have looked too harsh. bow really does it. good job shoe brand i didn’t bother to write down. also i can see right through that heel. like right through it. so if you need a fig leaf or something, you know, fuck off. [ READ MORE ]
except first dates, family reunions, job interviews, churches, iraq, elementary schools, work, an all races depicted equally porn rally, brigham young university or bed. what? you don’t wear shoes to bed. [ READ MORE ]
by collecting itchy old tags cut out from cashmere sweaters and then rubber cementing them onto their shitty workboots, a few hobos in the portland area have gotten their own taste of luxury. “you know, just because i’m homeless doesn’t mean i don’t like nice things. i care what i look like,” says deadbeat dan of the chinatown area. “my entire house [ READ MORE ]
if this bitch turned up at my wedding with these shoes on i would pick her up, turn her upside down and shake her. then i’d break her shoes open over the edge of a pew and shake the released flowers all down my glorious bridal runway and say, “c’mon flower girl do your job. do your ONLY fucking job! [ READ MORE ]
“so there i was. thinking i had really spruced up my l.e.i.s with these flip flops and a shapeless top that ties in the back. then i read this article, you know, the one about the ruffles,” whispers cristina easton. “the embarrassment just poured over me like cold water.” easton gives this confession after reading a new study [ READ MORE ]
while standing outside of williams and sonoma, a teenage male asked me out. i said no thanks. and he said, “what’s your problem? whatchoo don’t think i can buy you a coke?” as though that would make a difference. i walked away. his friends booed me, violently. he then yelled at me, “i can buy you a fucking coke bitch!” [ READ MORE ]
someone in arkansas is gluing lace onto white flip flops and selling them o’er the internet. according to the maker, they sell as fast as… “hot cakes”? some arkansas thing i guess. it makes sense that things that appear as though they are cake, sell at the same speed as cake. people think they’re buying cake. simple as [ READ MORE ]
zigi soho decides to make a boot. designed much like a child designs a chocolate sundae. peep toe, syrup, high heel, m&ms, awkward below calf height, sprinkles, rose, whipped cream. i think the stiletto heel has a chance of supporting the rest of the shoe. but that flower. god that’s the straw that broke the camel’s back isn’t [ READ MORE ]