I love shoes. If you know me at all, you know this. I usually have between 40-50 pairs in my rotation at any given time. Anything more than that, I am probably not wearing. So I end up getting rid of those. I wear it all, but right now, I am in love with my Vans.

Vans are the shit.

I don’t collect shoes. I have a collection, but I don’t seek out the hypebeast wishlist and leave them in the box with hopes of reselling unused sneakers. I look for kicks I have always wanted or just think are dope. Then I wear the hell out of them. Some are 10+ years old. The day they crumble, so will my heart. When I was 11, after we just moved to Denver, I fell in love with the Nike Air Trainer SC. My parents weren’t buying them, so I dreamed. Then I fell in love with the Air Jordan V. Kept dreaming.

A few years later, I worked a summer job and bought a pair of Air Max 90s in lime and forest green. I thought they were cool, but then I wore them. I fell in love with these foot pillows of awesome. I played sports, ran miles, and wore them into the ground.

Fast forward to 5 years ago. The untouchable Air Max 90 in a coveted infrared colorway was sitting on the shelf of a Footlocker. I couldn’t believe it was available and in my size. Snagged it!

My favorite shoe. Ever.

5.5″ x 8.5″
Ink and acrylic on paper