Toward the end of college I got a pair of red-and-black Air Jordan canvas hightops. Perfect for the twenty-year-old aesthetic.
Then I moved and got a job and started playing basketball Wednesday nights with professional colleagues, most of whom were, let us say, not in their twenties. Grey t-shirts, grey shorts, grey hair. I quickly became aware that my red-and-black shoes looked ridiculous, obnoxious. Ugly.
Considered shelving them. But then I became willful and decided, you know what? The world is grey enough already. On basketball night, I’m wearing my ugly shoes.