Following on from my last post, I've managed to keep to my own promise and stay inside for the whole of today - what a mission. The same however, can't really be said about yesterday when I decided it would be a good idea to treck through the countryside in some very rigid, very tight, hardly-worn Doc Martens, which, I'm sure most of you will understand are practically ankle destroyers, although quite the talking point. Lately, (thanks to the grunge and ‘vunk’ trends courtesy of the likes of Hedi at Saint Laurent and Versace) it seems as though everyone including - quite literally - my own Mother owns a pair of these boots, whether they were a part of the original punk scene or simply a coveter of 90s iconography (myself being the latter). However, my rebellious attitude sadly stops at my oversized footwear, what with the rest of my evening being spent nose-deep in a book about Post-Modernism - coincidentally fitting for this look. I suppose, when it comes down to ‘sticking it to the man’ (whoever said ‘man’ is) and causing an apparent uprising, I’ll have to let my feet - or rather boots - do all the screaming and shouting.