This year my trusty Dolce sandals started looking less chic and more chi chi! Faced with a summer of Havianas I hit the stores looking for a decent mid market leather sole option (cash flow problems). To my disgust a sea of clunky rubber sole numbers – not Spice Girl clunk - think more middle age mandal clunk engulfed me! I don’t do the clunk…no way, never ever!
All frantique, I raced off to my trusty cobbler, “please” I begged, “is there anything you can do?”. Yana, being the finest clobber in Melbourne and with an Old Russian appreciation for quality gave it to me straight up. “Darlink” she coughed “these are as dead as Yeltsin”. Oh, Yeltsin’s dead!
Fuck, fuck, fuck…with maxed out plastic (damn Topman for delivering to Australia) summer wasn’t looking so flash. Dejected, I slunk home. Then like the effigy of Jesus in the tortilla I saw them….
BRANDO BRETCH and SUNDY RRP $159
HAPPIER TIMES......RIP MY BELOVED!
