It’s almost time to throw in the chartreuse towel which officially makes it Nike season again. Hooray! Actually, I should be clear. It’s always Nike season but what with my recent fixation of bell leg, flared pants, flats won’t do it.
Lately, I have found that I realy like the new Flyknits and therefore hereby submit that I’ll be wearing them until my feet recover from having been sexually abused by the torture chambers of beautiful, beautiful footwear I’ve wittingly plagued them with over the course of the past week.
You know what they say, beauty is pain bla bla bla. But the sneakers aren’t half bad looking either. And it’s kind of like they’re more comfortable than no shoes at all.
LIGHTBULB! I totally get what Empire of The Sun meant when they sang, “Walking on a Dream.”