
Sadly my pick for the best sneaker release of 2009 also happens to be a painful tale of unrequited love. The moment I saw him – gold and shiny, wings like a modern day Hermes – I knew we had to be together forever.
I can imagine our perfect lives, frolicking through the concrete jungles of Melbourne by day, crunching broken bottles and gum underfoot at night. Sure there’s nothing sensible about him and yes, I realise he won’t be liked by many of my friends, but you know what? I don’t give a shit. I am in love. Turns out he doesn’t love me back – it seems a trip to Australia is just too damn far for a sneaker like him so I continue to Photoshop pictures of him onto my feet in vain. Damn you Jeremy Scott for adidas. Damn you!
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