holy hooves

please accept our humble apologies for not declaring our love sooner for finsk, some of the sickest footwear to grace queen st yet. available at chasse gardee, we reluctantly had to bid adieu after we popped these black babies on our feet. our scrawny ankle situation looked simply ludicrous, inciting flashbacks to cancun where all the papasitos screamed chicken legs in our direction. dear lord.

alas we suppose it was good thing too, we aren’t sure the bras and ranties budget could take it. nevertheless, the babies continue to taunt us as we browse our way through the weekend. we need a replacement and pronto.
we wear these shoes in our dreams.