Now I am not about to go there again this time around but I will confess to a big soft spot for the Doc Martens, still tucked away in my shoe closet. They are in great condition unlike my first two pairs, both of which I wore until cracks and holes appeared in their soles bearing testament to the loyalty and attachment I bestowed upon them. My Doc's happily went along with every 80's fashion whim I could come up with...and I am telling you there were many. Almost as many fashion whim's as hair colours and styles to go with them.
Me in my first pair of Doc's in my Yazz and the Plastic Population meets Annie Lennox phase. The 80's was also the decade of androgyny so you might not be surprised that with this look I was sometimes mistaken for a boy by small children! Note the dead Christmas tree in the orange pot. Nice touch I thought. It kinda lends itself to the gravity of the pose...
Images via:
Nasty Gal, Where Did U Get That,
Shopsterium
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