October 2, 2006
Feeling somewhat anti-fashion these days, Clarks feel like something of a good fall back put before the kind of “i’ve given up” attire of the sweatpants and pajamas vein. Having gone through a Wallabees bootie phase some years ago where I even sloshed around in the winter in them, I put my faith fully in Clarks. Plus an additional fact that adds to their awesomeness: my dad wears them too.
It’s crazy awesome that they come in such an array of textures and colours, but my heart currently belongs to the pony hair white ones pictured here.