The uneven pavements and walkways of Hong Kong are infamous for the insidious deterioration of footwear. The fact that I find it very difficult to walk around Hong Kong, Soho in particular without accidentally clipping, skidding or scuffing my shoes is a testament to my lack of coordination or the lack of uniformity in Hong Kong surfaces. That coupled with the tremendous humidity and the constant carousing and it should come as no surprise that shoes of Hong Kong stand little to no chance of preservation. Well, at least my shoes stand little to no chance of preservation.
Take for example my work shoes - Purchased in 2011, size 42, black leather regular work footwear, having weathered T8s, black rain days and LKF on tilt, look a lot older than three years old.
As I look at the mouldy insoles, supination on the outer heels, terribly warped leather, broken laces and obviously glaring hole in the sole (which explains why my socks never survive puddles) it makes me wonder and what point in time I stopped caring? Not so much that I stopped caring, just that they're so damn comfortable, they feel like I'm wearing socks, so perfectly moulded to my feet, like little clouds. After much workplace ridicule I've decided to throw these shoes out. They say you can tell a lot by the shoes that a man wears. I suspect I've been telling people that I'm a homeless vagrant for a while now...
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