Look good and feel good in these classy classics
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Today I tried on a pair of cowboy boots. Let me repeat that, a pair of cowboy boots. There is no item of footwear more eminently wrong, almost seductively, wrong. Their stacked Cuban heel, their pointy toe and wooden soul. Their puffy embroidery, stitched into the leather. There is something about the cowboy boot that embodies adolescent fantasy coming home to roost. Like leather trousers, they seem to be the absurd accessory of some miss-remembered masculinity. The footwear of the dammed.