If these boots were a woman, she would be a bad a**.
She would laugh in the face of split ends, liquid eyeliner and danger.
She would not hold tight to boys on Harleys. She would drive her own.
Only it wouldn't be a Harley. It would be an old Indian (it would be so Brad Pitt in Benjamin Button of her).
Yes, she'd have some Brad in her (oh, come on... get your minds out of the gutter), but she'd also be so very Angelina. With a Laura Croft: Tomb Raider braid in her hair and a Mr. and Mrs. Smith men's white button up around her body. And nothing else... except for her boots of course.
She would leave red lipstick stains on the coffee mugs of smoke-filled diners.
And sometimes, she would leave her face naked. All except for the swipe of a black cat eye.
Her favorite hairstyle would be windblown and her favorite boys would be greasy.
She would kick butts and take names.
She would be courageous and intimidating.
She would throw her head back and laugh loudly. Just because.
She would turn heads and never look back.
When I wear these boots, I feel a little bit like that woman.
- boots via j. crew