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execute I recently (finally, after months of first admiring them in various indie-ish publications, lookbooks, and queer places before reeling in disgust at the high prices and then shoddy design that followed after they became High Street Famous) found the perfect pair of wingtips for me and bought them as my main pairs of footwear for my new start at college.
I'm ridiculously excited about them; mainly because they along with my Camden-found old trunk make me feel like my boarding 60 miles away is like going to Hogwarts, but also because they're at last a pair right for me, and rather dandy-like & masculine (in my opinion) to boot.
Appropriately enough they were bought from the same reliable school shoes company I shopped at faithfully every year until my big boat feet outgrew their proper styles, so that's fun.
Anyway, here they are! My babies. So lovely.
Also, today I got my haircut! The shaggy 'do had been getting dangerously feminine and whilst my short hair hovers happily on the knife's edge between louche and 80s for a week or so I can never savour it, since by the time it's dropped off one side or the other it's too late. I can't say I missed the longer hair creeping down the bag of my neck, though. I'm kind of determined to be known as something like "The Confuser" as college anyway, and a grown-out shortcut like mine just.... Nah.
I'm ridiculously excited about them; mainly because they along with my Camden-found old trunk make me feel like my boarding 60 miles away is like going to Hogwarts, but also because they're at last a pair right for me, and rather dandy-like & masculine (in my opinion) to boot.
Appropriately enough they were bought from the same reliable school shoes company I shopped at faithfully every year until my big boat feet outgrew their proper styles, so that's fun.
Anyway, here they are! My babies. So lovely.
Also, today I got my haircut! The shaggy 'do had been getting dangerously feminine and whilst my short hair hovers happily on the knife's edge between louche and 80s for a week or so I can never savour it, since by the time it's dropped off one side or the other it's too late. I can't say I missed the longer hair creeping down the bag of my neck, though. I'm kind of determined to be known as something like "The Confuser" as college anyway, and a grown-out shortcut like mine just.... Nah.
