Words By Andrew Bucket, Photos By Clarissa Villondo
Thursday last I took the G2 to Georgetown for the opening of a Doc Marten’s store. The great DC band, soon to be Los Angeles bound, Misun were set to play after a deejay set by Ra Ra Rasputin’s Patrick Kigongo.
I went to the store with every intention of buying a new pair of Docs. My six-year-old Ox Blood low tops are full of holes and have been through every element of nature and soaked through with beer, pee, and whatever other slime I traipsed thru in the latter half of my twenties.
So then there was the pesky question of which Docs to get. I don’t care for the new fangled incarnations, interesting as they are, some with horse hair, some in that ubiquitous south western print, some with sneaker soles, etc.
I didn’t want the ones with metal studs that go up to your knees because I stopped working at Tower Records 10 years ago.
Oh, they had some shiny blue ones, and actually I leaned toward a deep murky red color that had a sort of glossy wood finish, but William Givens from Misun got those and I didn’t want to have the same ones.
In the end I got black 8 eye boots like I had in 8th grade. They were $130 dollars and my feet are killing me after the weekend.
Jacob Michael from US Royalty almost bought a baby boot for $65 to make a necklace out of, but changed his mind.
Clifford Usher of DC band GEMS was there and he is apparently 6 feet 6 inches tall and wears a size 17 shoe. They didn’t have a size 17 for him but they could special order it.
As for me, I may go back to get a pair in navy blue, and I’m a size 9.