My eyes are always riveted in the wrong direction. We were at Jindaiji Temple for Girl’s Day, and there was a beautiful temple with monk musicians and chanting, thousands of daruma good luck dolls for sale (plus a return bin for those whose wishes had come true), a variety of snacks served by yakuza, and on-and-on.
I simply could not get enough of these boots. It combines two impractical elements: pointy form and white color– into one splendor of male vanity. Could I squeeze my fat feet into such gorgeous vessels? Would I need to buy a larger man bag to pull of the look?