Further to the other day’s posts on shoes of dubious heritage, Leffot has birthed yet another elegant “collab” of sweet agony.
Jesus Christ look at them. Should I wear them or begin lobbying Massachusetts for the right for a man and shoe to be married in the eyes of the law.
I would name my kid “Alden” if I wasn’t sure it would automatically turn him into a neoliberal boutique investment banker with a penchant for sailing.
Oh come the fuck on.
Leffot, you guys are such assholes.
I should really just try to get a job at Leffot. Shoes appreciate in value over time, just like stock, right?