After being held hostage for weeks by corrupt Indian bureaucrats*, my Jeffrey Campbell Nightwalks have finally arrived. I am beyond excited about these shoes. They like a cross between a satyrs feet and something Daphne Guinness would wear to her own wedding; and I fully intend to wear them every day for the rest of my life. Or, maybe just weekends. They're probably a little intense for my daily pilgrimages to the dairy for diet coke and sour gummy worms.
These shoes are so insane that the website I bought them from actually felt the need to link to a YouTube video proving it was possible to walk from them. And I can confirm, it's totally possible- they look like you should just topple over, but whoever made these must have had some mad physics skillz under their hat because they're surprisingly sturdy.
These shoes are so insane that the website I bought them from actually felt the need to link to a YouTube video proving it was possible to walk from them. And I can confirm, it's totally possible- they look like you should just topple over, but whoever made these must have had some mad physics skillz under their hat because they're surprisingly sturdy.
*Due to an internet error, my package got sent to my old house in India, where of course, it was immediately unpacked, all the jewellery was stolen, and the people running the place demanded an exorbitant fee for the service of sending them back to me. Classic India.
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