The Endless Hole of Wanting More
More, more, more and more
It was an innocent Sunday like any other. I don’t recall being in any particular mood. I received an email about trends spotted at fashion week. (Though I love fashion as self expression, reading about NYFW isn’t always the best use of my time.) I opened the email anyway, a bit mindlessly, perhaps.
The email noted the most “it” shoes of the season, as pe…