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“Mr. Gotty™, uhm…your closet looks like a warehouse.”

That’s what my eleven-year-old neighbor told me the other day upon his discovery of one of my shoe stash spots. He was playing Hide & Seek with one of the kids, sprinted over to my closet and froze up, his eyes lit up like Lil Dez.

Maybe it’s just sneaker collectors. Then again, perhaps it’s more sneaker addicts (a decidedly different group) such as myself. Or clothes hogs in general? Whatever the case, Romain Laurent’s picture captures the essence of one of the more valuable aspects of our lives. Closet space.

I’ve been trying to ask Jaycee how the hell he stores all his kicks, but he never answers. Methinks he figures I want to rob him or some shit, even though we don’t wear the same size…and I live 4.5 hrs away from him. Every time I ask Contra™, he gives me some abstract answer that leaves me confused about what I just asked him (“Oh well, I have some here in this zip code, keep 13 pairs @ my maternal auntie’s house and then I have a few stashed in my abode in the Orient.”) I considered asking some others on the level of Wale & Ronnie Fieg. But I’ve seen Ronnie’s solution, which is to live alone and just have a whole room that was an office/shoe space.

So, I’ll ask my not-so-famous fellow addicts such as yourselves. How do you solve the conundrum pictured above?

TheGoodWillOut via Sneaker Obsession