Wang

Wang. The Wangster. The Wangman. All these ridiculous nicknames are attributed to Alexander Wang. By me. Which is lame. But anyway.

So as you've guessed by now, most of the time I spend in Japan, I spend inside shops, shopping. Mostly window-shopping though...until I see something remarkable. Shopping at Opening Ceremony (again) in Shibuya, I spotted the most fantastic pair of Alexander Wang shoes. Meet Ines.


Now, no one I talk to seems to like these shoes. I do!! So I tried to buy them. My size was sold out and very expensive in Tokyo.

I tried again a few weeks later at Holt Renfrew here in Vancouver. The very disinterested salesman managed to scrounge me up a size 40 and they were tight. My foot looked like it was swelling inside a tensor bandage. Not the look I was going for. The salesman half-heartedly suggested trying to find a size 41 somewhere else in Canada, checked, and found none. He stared off into space while I decided if I wanted to spend $475 on a tourniquet shoe. I didn't.

Goodbye Ines.