Human Stories, Boldly Told
After my son died, I could barely leave the house. I know it sounds crazy, but spending over $1,000 on Mary Janes finally made me want to dance again.
Before strip malls and e-commerce made shoe shopping mundane, one fast-talking, chain-smoking, small-town salesman elevated footwear hustling to an art form.
In a desolate desert ghost town, hundreds of road trippers from around the world have left their hearts and soles dangling from California’s unlikeliest tourist attraction.
As a cluttered little shop near Coney Island lives on without him, an ailing ninety-two-year-old shoemaker watches his son carry out the carefully polished family legacy.
I never thought I was pretty enough to be a fashion model—but little did I know that my fabulous feet most definitely were.
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