Dr Martens 1461

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When I put on a pair of shoes, it’s not just shoes; it is the expression of who I am ultimately as a person and a human being. That is why I spend more on Shoes than on clothes. Though I really don’t judge people, the shoes they put on make an ever-lasting impression on me! So, being the shoe maniac that I am, I just purchased my first pair of Dr Martens shoes. These are 1461 black smooth boots. Dr Marten is more than a brand, it’s a cult and you have to sip into it every moment to love brand like this. Classy? YES, Rebellious? YES. The brand itself speaks for the boots by just making them!! You have to be Rebelling to be wearing those boots!! I can pretty much relate my taste for fashion to the class that these boots provide!! These boots were pretty much everything I wanted for past couple of months. The infamous bouncing sole and yellow stitching are yet another feathers in the hat! I simply can’t wait to flaunt them at next fashion week.

Sunshine : Aimez Moi, s’il vous plaît

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Do you get we are done message uttered loud and clear, not in words but in his action and still all you do is cling on a hope of one last miracle before the world turns upside down? Is that the time when one of you say, “Bae, I am bored with spaghetti and now I need some sausages” May be it’s the time to accept life as skinny-fat-ass roller coaster ride and destiny, a finicky little bitch! Is this the time you forget those white picket fence in a country promises and haul your bruised ass to the shrink’s office or you had  your reinvent yourself exit planned in all eat pray love manner all along? Was seeing him every weekend with your discounted air indigo vouchers for late Friday night Ahmadabad-Mumbai flight worth the effort and the time? Well may be that’s the reason he loves pushing you beyond the boundaries without having to be afraid of losing you. He may have loved you fashionably for being swaggering, muscle bound juvenile delinquent but it wasn’t going to be same forever! And after 8 long years you’re still there screaming, honey I need some more F-ing Spaghetti, just because you love the label “in relationship” or that’s all you got to flaunt on your social media (well except your new Moschino Sneakers or the DRVV jacket). Or there was someone else involved, in whole the best friend and the boyfriend endeavours, and were you the bad guy and now getting that shit shoved in your face? If yes then the big city will sound so small when you’re afraid to bump into him getting your morning Starbuck fix or at having hot Panini at Uncle Sam’s.  May be its the time you accept you are not the Chuck Bass dating Allegra Versace (or the Serena Van der Woodsen dating Christiano Ronaldo) and there’s no way Paris gateway to your east side fairytale.