As I put together this post, I can't help but steal glances at my new Acne boots. They are propped up in front of me atop their box, untouched and unworn, waiting to be taken around the streets of New York. They've yet to click-clack down the gritty cement sidewalks; they've yet to wobble around the cobblestone roads of SoHo. I can't wait to break in the supple leather and make these my own.
