I became the storyteller of South Side Chicago. I used an old Kiwi liquid shoe polish as a microphone. I’d go around the house interviewing everybody, telling stupid jokes, doing voices. I mimicked Sidney Poitier, Sammy Davis Jr., people on ‘Laugh-In,’ Flip Wilson.
If anyone says that American socialism isn’t possible, point them toward the bowling shoe.
I used to have a recurring black-and-white dream where I would drive in on a hover car and raid the shoe closets of this huge mansion. I don’t know what that means at all, to be honest.
I have huge hands and feet. I’m 5’6″ and wear a size 10 shoe.
What spirit is so empty and blind, that it cannot recognize the fact that the foot is more noble than the shoe, and skin more beautiful than the garment with which it is clothed?
One of the things I like and appreciate a lot is when somebody will come up to me and tell me how much Judge Doom terrified them as little children when he takes the shoe and puts it in the dip. They were literally scared out of their minds. I love that.
One thing I detest, I have to say, is when a shoe is too soft, and it’s molding to the foot. This is quite disgusting. And I really, really hate incredibly long shoes, where the last is very pointy, almost like Aladdin.
My family owned a gelateria business, so as a kid, I would always design ice cream cones. If you want to transform a shoe from design into a properly wearable product, however, you need technical knowledge. So I worked for four years inside a local shoe company.
Hitting someone with a shoe is in principle anti-Dalit. If you investigate stories about hitting someone with a shoe, you will find that this sort of language was used only by those who were upper-caste.
Whether it was a shoe store or working the front desk of a hotel, I was always interacting with people. I’d get that look because I’m half-white and half-Filipino. They could tell I was something, but they really couldn’t tell what I was.
Outside of white button-down oord cloth shirts, Trickers brogues, 501s, and Ray-Ban Aviators, the single item of clothing that I have had in my closet consistently since 1982 is a pair of black-and-white checked Vans. They are the lazy man’s shoe – perfect for dog walking and security lines at the airport.
The first time I ever wore a shoe was in 1955 during the trials for the Melbourne Olympics.
So now I’m left with cigarettes, and I’m trying to scrape that off my shoe and then I’ll be done.
My mum used to work for the Chanel store in Paris, so for me, I’ve always been very familiar with the brand because of her. I remember when I was very, very, little, our flat had Chanel shoe boxes, makeup, and some jackets.
I worked at a shoe store on 86th Street called Orva, in the hosiery department because nobody went there. That’s where they put me because I was too incapable of doing anything.
The Kaws IV is terrible. That’s a bad hoop shoe. That suede rubs against your feet. I had to triple my socks. The leather on the inside is a no-go.
The tattoo on my wrist has the letters ‘ES,’ which stands for ‘elephant shoe.’ It’s something I used to say when I was younger instead of ‘I love you’ and it reminds me to remain childlike at times and to not take myself too seriously.
I’m very painful to deal with when I create a shoe.
I have an unending shoe closet. In fact, I don’t even know how many shoes I have.
You look at guys on the court, man. You got this guy with this brand of shoe, and this guy with this brand – they’re just wearing the shoe. But it’s a whole different feeling when you got a shoe on, and it’s yours.
Make sure you aren’t sacrificing function for fashion. A great shoe has both.
When I embraced the rock hat, when I put it on two or three years ago, when I realized I’m gonna go and make really focused rock albums, it felt like wearing an old shoe. It was a perfect fit.
Honestly, I’m such a shoe girl. I like to save money, and I like to spend money on shoes.
Sometimes I hate a shoe in seconds.
I used to roll my eyes when I heard the term ‘workaholic,’ but I guess if the shoe fits, you got to wear it.
A work-room should be like an old shoe; no matter how shabby, it’s better than a new one.
I was 16 before I met another passionate collector. One summer, I visited England; a new friend took me calling on his dotty, brilliant old aunt. She occupied a quaint house in Kent. Its walls were lined with glass-fronted cases full of what? Ancient shoe buckles.
In a pinch, when my leather shoes need a quick shine, I take the inside of a banana peel and rub it on the leather like I would a shoe wax. Then I spit-shine it and buff it with a cloth, and my shoes look great.
For every book that I write… I develop a history for each person and make sure they are well rounded and flawed. You have to know everything about them from their shoe size, to where they went to school, to what their first pet was, to what they like to eat, to what they want out of life.
When there’s uncertainty they always think there’s another shoe to fall. There is no other shoe to fall.
After college, I spent a decade working the kinds of jobs that I write about – bartender, shoe salesman, kitchen man – while voraciously reading novels.
That whole era of Chris Webber with Nike was, to me, the golden era. Everybody was getting their own signature shoe.
Patrick Morrisey means nothing to me. He is a bootlicker. If shoe polish was poison, he’d be dead.
I’m pretty clean, hygienic and all that, but sometimes when I come home, I throw my coat over there, take one shoe off here, one shoe off there, but I’m not dirty.
My father was placid and easygoing. He owned a small shoe store where I helped out on Saturdays. I think he’d have been pleased if I’d made a career of working in the shoe store. But my mother was ambitious. She encouraged us to read books, and she pushed us toward a musical education.
Bret Michaels and Dee Snider and I know how to step on a stage and front a band, and we’re not ashamed to. We’re not shoe gazers.
There are other singers of ranchera music who sing very beautifully, but you can tell from the way they sing that they never lived on a ranch. They never knew what it was to milk a cow, to birth a calf, to shoe a horse. I’ve lived all that.
I’m rapping, I’m hooping, I’m on a max-contract, I got a big shoe deal. Everything is good now. So of course, the support is going to be there, the love is going to be there, but what’s going to happen when it changes or when I’m on the back-end of my career or when I ain’t on TV all the time?
If you drag your shoe a bit those plastic spikes or rubber spikes can be almost as bad as metal spikes.
