Converses really are made by you

You can tell a lot about someone from the state of their Cons. A drop of paint, a burn, a tear, saltwater wear. What does this mean? An artist perhaps, or a guitarist, a pyrotechnics expert, a dawn-patroller, who knows? All cons start out more or less the same; laces, rubber, canvas. But at the end, just before they’re sent to the great footlocker in the sky, they all tell the story of their owner. And none of them remain the same. Cons are so heavily entrenched in pop culture that they’ve transcended fads and phases. The endless possibility of a fresh pair of cons is what keeps them on the feet of generation after generation. You can paint them, you can tear them, cover them in studs or stick safety pins in them, but one thing you can’t escape is this; they all tell your story, and they’re all cons.