Kicks, Cardboard & Control
In my 20s—post-college, newly employed, still figuring myself out—I fell deep into the sub culture of sneaker collecting. What started as a passion became a full-on obsession. At it’s height, I owned over 500 pairs. That’s not a typo. Five. Hundred. Pairs. I was stashing kicks in closets, under the bed, behind furniture, in storage bins, even in my parents’ basement. Any crevice I could find, I filled. I had to rent a storage unit