(Source: jordvnd, via heavilyblunted)
To: 10022-SHOE, Saks Fifth Avenue
From: The Man Repeller
Why choose one pair when you’ve got four limbs that would graciously accept such honorable adornment? Finally, at the mother ship, Saks Fifth Avenue. I’m Dorothy today and there’s no place like home! See you on 8!
Fifth Avenue, 10022.
To: 10022-SHOE, Saks Fifth Avenue
From: The Man Repeller
Finally, the week comes to a close and my legs find themselves in yet another compromising position. This time, riding solo past what I call one of Manhattan’s most majestic museums. Fitting that I pass so many Italian Masters, wearing a divine pair of Valentinos. Wherever could I be? Name that NYC zip code!
Museum Mile, 10024.
To: 10022-SHOE, Saks Fifth Avenue
From: The Man Repeller
Yesterday started out stuffy, but without traveling too far I made my way to a neighborhood more properly…me. Nothing says Man Repeller like McQueen on a day-glo bike. Am I right? Just hope that I don’t crash into the little kids roaming around in their darling little hipster-in-training get-ups. Think stripes, leopard print and tutus. Can you figure out what Manhattan zip code I’m popping wheelies in?
10013, Meatpacking District.
To: 10022-SHOE, Saks Fifth Avenue
From: The Man Repeller
Well, it’s Monday and that means a chic shoe must prevail. When I look down on the contrarian concrete sidewalks of sharktown New York, I want to love what I see. Sure, the suited men in the area look at my Victorian heels like I’m from another era, but maybe I am. Didn’t you see Midnight in Paris? It could happen. Guess which New York City zip code my YSLs took me to kick off the week?
10005, lower Manhattan!
