“Black leather looks absurd at this time of day” - Hal Fischer I spend the short dead days between Christmas and New Year breaking in a pair of 1970s black leather cowboy boots. I have never been good at dressing myself and most days I leave the house feeling like a fraud or a clown. I enjoy the selective element of dressing but I’m always imagining the clothes on someone else’s body, someone who doesn’t have to tie their hair back and wear kitchen safe shoes five days a week. Despite this I walk through Glasgow with the cold seeping up through thin leather soles better suited to line dancing than wet December pavement. I probably look stupid. But I’d rather look stupid than boring.
Cruising, freedom and fundamental joy.
Cruising, freedom and fundamental joy.
Cruising, freedom and fundamental joy.
“Black leather looks absurd at this time of day” - Hal Fischer I spend the short dead days between Christmas and New Year breaking in a pair of 1970s black leather cowboy boots. I have never been good at dressing myself and most days I leave the house feeling like a fraud or a clown. I enjoy the selective element of dressing but I’m always imagining the clothes on someone else’s body, someone who doesn’t have to tie their hair back and wear kitchen safe shoes five days a week. Despite this I walk through Glasgow with the cold seeping up through thin leather soles better suited to line dancing than wet December pavement. I probably look stupid. But I’d rather look stupid than boring.