He spent the summer as a shepherd not a shepherd of souls, no, a shepherd of sheep, and not to showoff or to be eccentric but happily, for love of the earth and the grass.
His shoes don't have a look, he tells me, "because the person who buys custom-made shoes does it for himself, not to showoff. (Unless you're a rock star.)" But there's a distinctive sensibility to his work: imagination reeled in by disciplined line--even the model with the partial red-suede upper.