Concrete Ambitions
I love the concept of abstract inspiration that The Sartorialist often talks about. A fashion photo, whether it comes from a magazine or the streets, is most likely an idea, an emotion rather than a catalogue of things to buy.
Stop. Sometimes too, a photo’s just something that gives you the urge to blow off your credit card in a shopping spree.
Whoa, what happened to me wasn’t the slightest abstract experience at all. This fur hat and most especially, the boots below, are those things that I really wanted to grab and go running away from their wearers. And put them on together, which doesn’t quite pass as a good idea.
Enough with the romantic, sappy notions, okay? Sometimes, you just have to take action.
It’s exactly what I just did. I…um…
I actually took the pleasure of politely asking where those gorgeous flat fur boots came from, as the lovely pair was meant to be a refuge of comfort and warmth in the heart of winter, a cross between my grandma’s furry Moon Boots at Val d’Isère in 76 and… Non, I can’t bear to say its name, too horrible… The words just won’t come out of my mouth….er, um, ooh, ah, uuuuuuugg. Pfiou, that was hard. Okay, Uggs, for lack of a better comparison.
I asked and heard it well and good. Well, I only got what I deserved: an answer.
