The Boots Still Fit, the World Does Not

I once walked an entire winter in boots filled with icy water, afraid to tell my mother they’d soaked through. That moment of silence, stitched with fear and thrift, stayed with me—through punk years, cowboy boot phases, and Milanese thigh-high obsessions. Looking back now, my wardrobe tells the story of a world that changed—and a fashion industry that forgot how to make things last.