The Papalcy explosion of footwear. Luxury goods never looked so unattainable before in my life. And like religion it will remain a mystery until the end.
I'm that hungry puppy lickin' my chops infront of the butcher or that fat chick on a diet looking lovingly into the window display of a pastry shop.
There is a lot of loafer business going around. I wouldn't wear these on a rainy day but then again I will will be using my legs and an umbrella and not my pope-mobile.