I like to consider myself a stylish dude when it comes to clothes, but every time I start to get a big ego about the way I dress, Ari always likes to remind me of these:
Those are the S. Carter Tennis Lows. I once owned a pair of these shoes.
And wore them.
I’m not even joking with you. I actually went to a store and purchased those shoes for $110.
I remember going into a Foot Locker, picking them out, and thinking, “Oh, these are those new Jay-Z shoes – I should get these!”
Then I showed them to this girl I was with at the time, and she said, “Oh. Those? Yes, those are nice.” In retrospect I should have been a little more perceptive and realized that what she was really saying was, “Oh, those might be the ugliest shoes I’ve ever seen. They’ll make people laugh at you. A lot.”
But you have to understand something about me: I did not always care about fashion or style, so the S. Carters were a huge step for me.
I looked like this only a couple years before then, for god’s sake:
I was this pseudo hippie with gross dreads who wore patchwork pants and tie-dye Grateful Dead t-shirts all the time.
My idea of Looking Nice was wearing an old button up shirt I bought from Goodwill that may or may not have been worn by a 70’s porn star. And it was poop brown.
So really, when you think about it, the S. Carters were not that bad compared to what I was wearing just a few years prior to buying them.
In fact, maybe during lunch today I’ll go out and buy a pair and impress Ari with my fashion sense all over again.
Only this time I think I’ll get them in blue.
They’ll go with more of my outfits.