Hey, I’ve got some new shoes on tonight . . .
I saw Paolo Nutini once, at some festival in Marlay Park . . . Lovebox? . . . and the crowd was full to the brim of teens who were absolutely loving him. I’m talking Beatles-style crazy screaming, Paolo signs, …
I saw Paolo Nutini once, at some festival in Marlay Park . . . Lovebox? . . . and the crowd was full to the brim of teens who were absolutely loving him. I’m talking Beatles-style crazy screaming, Paolo signs, tears and facepaint. It was full on, man. He seemed (lest anyone accuse me of libel) to be slightly inebriated at the time, but put on an okay show, and I had a certain level of understanding, given that he was young and experiencing a strange kind of success and sex appeal, for a 21 year old guy from Scotland. That’s all over now, I’d like to point out. We’re all too busy fancying Bruno Mars these days.
This is all a very long way of getting to the point, which is this: I’m currently in New York (this is another roundabout way of getting to the point, as a provisional warning) and, on the way here, I picked up a few magazines to read on the flight. Glamour was one of them, and featured a page on Aldo‘s current range, about which I have to say this: AMAZING. In case you don’t believe me, behold.
I really need these shoes. You know when you think about buying a new pair of shoes and you ask yourself, “do I need these?” In the case of these babies, the answer would be a resounding hell yeah.
Lace, leather and a chunky heel = perfect.
To finish up, let me say this. America is amazing. They have the best biscuits. You can buy vegetarian bacon strips, so you can have pancakes, maple syrup and bacon for breakfast without eating any animals. The laundromat is a block away and yesterday I saw a car that someone had painted black (matte black) and were driving around blaring Kanye West’s new album. Amazing.