Being a (self-confessed) total heartthrob for footwear in Sydney is a tough game. Something's good, but you can't find it until it's shit, then everyone already has it, or a pissweak imitation styled to cater to your average singlet donning, Timmy Trumpet listening, festival munting jerkoff, fresh from the shelves of your local General Pants. Having said that, there's something about bespoke leather footwear, designed on the basis of gentlemanly class that I think is relatively safe. But alas, nowhere to be found in this stinking hot tropical city!
I indulge in the thought that somewhere out there in the world these exist. They're waiting patiently for me to walk into the Italian shoemaker with a little bell above the door and, spoken like an honest 1st worlder oppressed by consumerist ideals, will bring me true happiness.
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