i was naive.
in my little shell.
surely lucas ossenjdriver,
the genius behind lanvin's men's line,
would be content torturing me with a nearly endless procession,
season after season,
of covetable "stealth luxe" clothing
and obscene new takes on the trainer.
he would let me occasionally purchase a shoe,
a small thing,
and then go about my way.
(pardon my french.)