Apologies for the lack of updates – it seems I’ve come down with something atrocious. But I feel like maybe these shoes could cure me…outrageous as they are. It’s like a unicorn and Pegasus had a baby that survived ten years on buckets of rainbow jimmies – then got squashed by a car, leaked psychedelic puddles, and the resulting essence was sloshed and trampled by a diabetic jogger (I mean, he really had to want it). What other explanation could there be?
Seriously, who dreamed these monstrosities up? I MUST have them. I must meet this Jeremy Scott.
OMG , I NEED THOSE SHOES!
I WANT THEM SÓOO MUCH! <3