The Docta is In.

My supa friend Francesca a.k.a. TANGY FRESCA (her supahero name), has this sweet pair of Dr. Martens that I fantasize about on a daily basis. They are gold, shiny and ankle length. She recently told me that I need to buy myself a pair, and the shoe junkie that I am, I kind of agree. They are perfect for every weather, especially trucking through the nasty snow/slush combination in NYC. I had a horrible experience this past weekend and almost killed myself and ruined my boots while crossing a street and trying to dodge fucking rude ass cab drivers, but that's besides the point. I honestly have no idea why I have waited so long to even contemplate buying these shoes when they are perfect for me and my lifestyle. I mean, I am always walking through shit and get my shoes dirty so easily, and Dr. Martens are dirt proof, water proof and probably fire proof . . . maybe they're even bullet proof . . . yeah probably. The likes of Pixie Geldof wear them and I luff her. My favorites would have to be the original Eye boot or the Chukka boot. Take a gander and try to tell me these boots are not the shit.