
One of the typical strange daily behaviours comes when one become somehow obsessed with completely silly things. I mean those things one, in normal conditions, never notice and furthermore are not important at all in one's life. This time, the topic of the absurdity is "boots".

I don't know why, but today I've only seen boots everywhere. Hundreds of girls walked along the streets, attending their business and wearing long boots. And I guess it was impacting because the wheather was really hot for the date (25ªC) and a pair of warm boots looked pretty uncomfortable. Can't tell, indeed. Anyway, a morbid need of watching them quickly invaded me so Coki (an excellent sidekick in these situations) and me started a trivial contest counting 1 for every pair of boots we saw each one.

The metaphotographer (to the people who didn't know it, the metaphotographer is the dark side of tramp skipper's personality) gladly joined us and took some pics of the boots, what is the type of challenge he likes, specially when the point is to take a pic of the girls feet in such a chameleonic way that they didn't notice it (it's the only way to avoid being hitted by furious husbands/boyfriends). Full success as you can see.
3 comentarios:
"Furious husbands/boyfriends"? ¿No sería más adecuado que fueran las propias gatitas con botas las que te dieran lo tuyo, por fetichista y por voyeur? Jaja, qué paternalista...
Ja, ja, ese Metafotografo...ten cuidado no te vallas a ganar la famosa cicatriz en la ceja...
Muy bueno Hugo, por cierto ¿era la ceja derecha o la izquierda?
Bellami, más fetichista y voyeur que tú... imposible. Todo ésto me recuerda a esa escena de "el Sentido de la Vida" de los Monty Phyton en que un hombre es condenado a morir perseguido por un montón de tías en pelotas. Lo que no sé es por qué razón me lo recuerda...
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