(FINSK wedges, vintage sweater, American Apparel dress)
Gotta love FINSK shoes. If I had the option, I'd choose to die and be buried in them. And if I do happen to die in FINSK, it'd better damn well be in a fucking spectacular way (in a human cannonball performance gone tragically wrong, perhaps, and props if confetti and candy are involved), just so it'd make international headlines and everyone would go, "That's screwed up, how sa- OH WOW THOSE ARE SOME PRETTY AMAZING SHOES.".