I just got back from another NYC trip. Instead of being a normal person and flying I decided to take the greyhound bus. Less said about the 11 hours from toronto to nyc the better. Although, thankfully I do suffer from public transport disease, whereby I fall to sleep instantly on boarding. Good in this case, bad in Lewisham. True story.
Keeping with nyc tradition new pimp rings were purchased. Sticking even more with tradition, they are so small you can barely see them on photos. It's there, I swear.
The cutest child in the world and a man with a hook hand.
I think the air stab is one of the nicest looking nikes on females and I have a few pairs myself. But, bogey neon green, red, black, white... found in a ghetto sneaker store in Fulton Brooklyn, evidently they had been rejected for the AF1, as the stabs were sat in the dark at $40.
I love them, but I might get beat up on road. Should have I?