Thursday: The Shoes

Sometimes you can't really explain why you like a shot, but I like this one.  Maybe because there is a tiny little story:

I went out for a drink tonight with my colleagues, Mark and V.  Mark wanted a new pair of shoes from the Nike store but felt that it would have more credibility with Mrs Mark if he told her that he bought them under the influence of a) V. and myself and b) alcohol.  

Here he is, returning with new shoes, trying to hide them from the prying eyes of V. and myself who felt that, at the very least we were entitled to see them, if we were being asked to cover for him.

But, you know, all that aside, I like the street quality of this shot.