"Unshined shoes are the end of civilization. It happens that all the men in my life - my father, my husband, my two sons, my grandsons - have been big shoeshine boys. Reed had shoes of Russian calf, and in London he had our butler polish them for five years or so with cream and rhinoceros horn until they were the essence of really "contented" leather. Only then did he wear them. I don't know if Russian calf still exists, but don't forget - everything we did in those days was for forever. And it was a very normal thing for English gents to use rhinoceros horn on fine leather. Leather is alive and lives as it is kept."
Saturday, November 17, 2007
-DV. by Diana Vreeland
Photo from The Last Shall Be First.