My freshman year roommate, “Jimi James”, brought these babies to my attention. They’re Air Jordan heels! The second I saw them I couldn’t help but two-step to some old school Montell. They’re not official in any way, but, hell are they fly. Fly in a tacky-campy-Mariah Carey-uglier-than-sin kind of way. Speaking of MC, the diva commissioned a pair of Jordan heels for an NBA All-Star Game back in ’03. I’d like to see a Pump or LA Gear version at some point. Calling Pierre Hardy! This is how you do it.
photos courtesy of the shoe game, nike-dealers, & freddyo
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Why so fresh? Makes me wanna hop on my kawasaki and throw up some double Rs, WHAT!
I NEED THESE! I don’t do heels or Jordans [but a pair did catch my eye in LA, so maybe I will after all!] but to achieve ulimate hipster wigger supreme status, these are a must for me. I hope they do a pair of Supras and I can find them. haha
These are so horrible and fun. I must have them.
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