I feel like most of us—or at least lots of us—have had one pair or another of these in our closets for decades. My first ones, from the late 80s, were from an Upper West Side store whose name escapes me (anyone remember? It was on Amsterdam, I’m pretty sure, and they sold Doc Martens and other clunky late 80s footwear, and the staff was appallingly rude…
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