Snakeskin, It Had To Be Snakeskin

New York Day Two

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Like most of the non-sociopathic individuals on this earth, I love animals, like adore! So you can understand my predicament when I get rumbly in my tumbly and decide to eat mammal of some kind, how the whole situation becomes a bit of  a conflict of interest. Theres  vegans, pescatarians, I consider myself a hypocritical vegetarian, love em' to death, but I wear em' and eat em'. It's obtuse I know, and in my twisted psyche i actually take it seriously. I refuse to eat lobster or shrimp because at the point of ingestion they maintain the same form as they once did when alive. Where am I going with this rant you ask? I love my snakeskin boots, and hate myself for loving them. Same thing goes for fur of course, but shit get's even more serious when god's creatures are fluffy. Animal cruelty is primal, disgusting and makes my skin crawl no pun intended...but If this beautiful reptile already lost its life, I will honour him by making sure those boots kill, pun intended, every ensemble they are a part of. I sold my soul for Tom Ford...and I swear I  just feel awful about it.

I'll stick to Stella McCartney's vegan leathers next time

Max Azria knit beanie, Zara jacket, Current Elliott denim shirt, 3.1 by Phillip Lim shirt, American Apparel leather skirt, Balmain Pierre bag, and Tom Ford anaconda boots