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Jacket: Vintage American Workwear

Shirt: Repro

Jeans: 1950's Vintage Levi's 501XX Big E

Shoes: Converse

Socks: Urban Outfitters

Ring: Fancy Sexy Me

Necklace: 1930's Gold Chain

Specs: Oliver Peoples

At last... After two years (I tell no lie) of searching high and low, through the benign and average. I have finally bagged myself a pair of jeans. Not just any ole pair... A pair of 1950's vintage Levi's, of the BIG ease kind, in the most delectable and deepest of indigo dye's. The purest within, has yet to wash these lovelies for fear that I may bring harm to its untainted integrity. What's a Spy to do??

Little Spy.

Trench: Burberry

Shirt: Reproduction

Cardigan: Vintage

Chinos: Topman

Socks: Happy Socks

Penny Loafers: Bass

Specs: Oliver Peoples

Ring: Fancy Sexy Me

Although Sweet with a liquorice like sheen and delicious to the touch, these tasseled loafers boar a bitter-sweet aftertaste... Sweet comes in the form of its refined leathery goodness, evolving a debt ridden pauper (a degree in economics brought me nothing but a spiraling overdraft) into somewhat of a prince. As for bitter, well - the realisation that my clumsy man size feet had shrunk two sizes to an above average feminine size 7, left my content self burdened with a sudden wave of grief, frantically trying to persuade a somewhat unresponsive sales assistant that "I am a size 9, I swear - It must be the shoe". Does this also mean that gravity has had its wicked way with my 5ft 11 and a half (the half being very crucial) inch frame? Surely not! Can't be, or could it? Are my elf like feet destined to trot in a pair of Tom Cruise-esque lifts? Or will compensation come in the form of a doctor Seuss hat... Desperate times call for desperate measures.