When it comes to sneakers it’s hard to say exactly when I first fell in love with them. As far as I could remember, I’ve been on my A game since a youngin rockin my blue Kangaroos with the zipper where you could stash a 2 dollar bill at the side of them joints (sorry their wasn’t any toonie’s or loonie’s back then).
It’s all about the memories and stories that these sneakers have with me honestly. I don’t really deadstock my kicks, some how some way they all get worn even if its just once. I double up on my favorite joints when possible. That’s why when I walk into a sneaker boutique (most likely abroad by our neighbours in the States), I lose my head when I see a pair of 95 air max with a crazy colorway, New Balance, Fila high tops with the strap at the back, Nike air trainer 91′s, Junior Seau air missions and Huarache’s, just to name a few classics. I could go on and on about the memories, moments or place sneakers take not only with me but Dee as well.
I’ve always been a person to start my outfit from the feet up and tend to look down at a person’s “kicks” before they see any eye contact from me. We like to call that “head crack” mainly because if the person has some heat on their feet your head snaps right back up to their eyes, followed by a head nod like “that’s what your working with” a sign of approval.