On the fateful night that I wandered into The Boot Shop determined to buy my first pair of cowboy boots, I went in knowing that the shoes I was about to purchase would come back to the UK with me and would not necessarily fit in. So began a series titled ‘Boots where they don’t belong’.
With a British puppy called Nola
On the paternoster
In autumn leaves
More photos to come, in the mean time keep your fingers crossed for my grad school application so I can bring the boots back to where they belong.