Holy shit. Look at these fucking things. They are unbelievable. These are the kind of boots that some ageless pastoral god might wear while taking time off to appear in a Luc Besson film. Like Pan, but fucking shirtless with jeans and a trench coat. They're absolutely stunning. Thick fucking leather, nice substantial zips, stitched cuff, and...oh yeah, FUCKING RIDICULOUSLY BADASS BRONZE LEATHER. Jesus CHRIST, you should be paying me for the pleasure of fucking reading about them. Shit. Anyway, they don't fit. I'm a 10.5, usually 43 in Margiela boots, and I gambled on these, which are a size 44. Then I lost. Now I'm sad. I wore them around the house, maybe out to the mailbox. The stupid little stickers are still on the bottom. These would fit an 11.5, maybe even 12. I don't know how big a size 12 foot is or anything, but they're at least a full size big on me. All I wanted to do was wear these with a leather jacket all winter long, and now I'm being forced to pass that privilege on to someone else, and I hate all of you for it. Look, I just want to get back what I paid so that I can try to find some more fucking awesome boots. Seriously, I don't even think you can find these anymore. So, you know, fuck you, and buy these boots. Price does not include shipping. If you lowball me I will track you through fucking facebook and punch your teeth in.