October
28
2011
Whose Velvet Slippers?
Whose feet? Joe Mimran’s at Joe Fresh. Something about velvet slippers on a man that make me want to simultaneously wring their necks and smooch ‘em real bad.
They scream arrogance. But arrogance on a man can sometimes come across as confidence which equals sexy. I hate it, but it’s true.
I should hate these slippers because the skull and cross-bone make me think of Avril Lavigne circa ’02 when I was still in high school and too cool for pop music. For some reason, I don’t hate them (the slippers that is).