Among my few talents: creating hybrid words. And even so, the knack is being fine tuned. Now if the title makes little sense, don’t beat yourself up. Your brain is not bird sized, my creative juice box is. What it’s trying to says in simpler terms is this: the great Isabel Marant sneaker debate.
Maybe you can at least commend me for knocking three words off of there. And on to the important debate…Yes? No? Maybe so?
Remember Prada sneakers? How about those of the Gucci variety?
And here I thought I’d never advocate the wearing of designer sneakers. Hey, things change, people change. Doesn’t this tie back to that small point Charles Darwin one time made in passing about evolution? You know, in this instance, obviously on a far less superficial level. I am particularly keen on the black version, dead center. Things I am also particularly keen on: allowing my wallet the chance, just the chance, to get a little meaty in the green depo.
Do you read where I’m going? See the debacle? Understand the debate?
Do the deed for me, flamingo freaks. Shall I sit this one out or take them to the court. Ultimately, I think the real selling point will be this: can I really and I mean really ever say no to Velcro and mean it? I think I just gave White Girl Problem a month’s worth of material. Forget this ever happened.