Picture a man.
A hungry man.
A hungry, hungry man cutting a forlorn and lonely figure as he trudges slowly through the cold and misty Sydney morning.
He clutches his unsweetened coffee tightly in his fist, reluctantly acknowledging to himself that the hot bitter beverage will have to suffice.
No donut, no cake, no sweet delicious pastry can pass those lips in the foreseeable future.
There’s only one thing that can lift such a man’s spirit in these dark times.
Shoes.
Squire shoes, to be exact.
Squire skull shoes, to be even more exact.
Picture a man.
A well shod, soon to be skinny man….
Shoes – Squire
