No bullshit, when I saw these I just let out the Chris Tucker “DAAAAAAAAAAMN” from Friday. This boot is, like, the entire reason I wanted to work in fashion in the first place. Turns out, unless you’re a photographer/model, you won’t be able to afford these things until you’re fucking 40 if you’re trying to work in menswear. It’s probably for the best, I mean, with all of the nightclubs I go to and women I meet I’m sure someone would spill a drink on them and just fuck my whole year up. And by nightclubs and women I mean sitting at home with my mom. She’d definitely spill one of her world famous root beer floats on them while we sit on the couch watching Basketball Wives reruns.