I'm having the bump on my car fixed tomorrow, so I had no choice but to get all the junk out of my trunk. Unsurprisingly, after all the dust settled, I saw that my car had become nothing short of a roving shoe cabinet. Every pair I owned was in there, squeezing into every nook and cranny imaginable.
As I was unloading, I randomly remembered a question that a lot of people have asked me: How many pairs of shoes do I really own? Unsure myself, I brought all my kicks together and took their first ever family portrait to find out. As you can see, I'm no Imelda Marcos. But I am damn proud of the portfolio I've built: Boat shoe, slip-ons, Chucks, oxford, high-cuts, mocs, plimsolls, and a loafer? Man, I should stop buying shoes already, seriously.