Hailing from Auckland, New Zealand, a guy doesn’t have any need for a pair of leather boots. It doesn’t snow, temperatures hardly drop below a balmy 10 degrees, and it might rain all the time, but that’s what cars are for. Here in New York, things are different: Chuck Taylors don’t cut it in snow, and wet feet will give you the man flu faster than drinking a cup full of pneumonia. So for the past few months I’ve been jumping puddles, holding umbrellas over my sneakers and walking miles in the wrong direction to avoid patches of sidewalk snow.
Selecting the right pair of boots has been quite the conundrum. LL Bean’s are practical but aesthetically displeasing, anything fancy is about a billion dollars too expensive and Clark’s, which I would have happily gone with, don’t do the job in shin-high snow. Then I watched Drake perform at the NHL All Stars game on Sunday night and my problem was solved; his classic Timberland boots were the ideal option – thugged out, sturdy as hell and 100% weatherproof. So I pulled the trigger.
I’ve been wearing them for a day and they feel like bricks on my feet but I can’t stop looking down to admire them. What can I say? They the best I ever had, the best I ever had, the best I ever had, the best I ever had.
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