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So there i was maxing out keeping chill on an indecisive Saturday morning of intermittent showers that were making the pavements of Soho gleam like light bouncing off a latex moon, waiting for Snappy Snaps to develop a Keith Haring photo in need of framing. Thumb-twiddling and heavy-chilling and latex moon-gazing done, i went back into the shop to make the pick up. And from behind the counter, pointing to my print, the lady was like 'is this yours?'. I was like yeah, she was like check this out. And walking around the counter she stopped and pointed down at her feet. Lupe from Spain, a Keith Haring obsessive, had spent 3 whole days with bleach and a toothpick, customising her gym shoes.

















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