a number of years ago (pre-pandemic, but during/post kinky boots, i think), i was walking down 8th ave towards 43rd street and noticed a pair of gorgeous shoes. since the person was right next to me at the light and was not with anyone i could see or on a phone or anything, i said something "gorgeous shoes".
didn't get a thank you or a polite nod, but rather a look that seemed to imply i was something that disgusting that crawled on their pretty outfit. it wasn't until after they had walked away that i even realized it was Mr. Porter. |
