All of it began with an Instagram post.
Holed up during my downtown nyc apartment in the middle of lockdown in might, and physically appalled because of the ways that my style was regressing, I made a decision to create a spoof account chronicling my brand new obsession with unsightly footwear, a change from Maryam Nassir Zadeh slides to (formerly sworn-off) Crocs.
After one especially funny post on a faux Louis Vuitton babouche with a caption that read “giving up but nevertheless keeping,” we received a DM from the love interest that is pre-pandemic. Although the one date we’d been on in A east that is dimly lit village hadn’t been terrible, my very very first instinct then ended up being it would get nowhere. Continue reading