worn a lifetime
Yesterday marked the 65th birthday of the Dr. Martens 1460 boot - a milestone worth celebrating for a brand that has shaped not only fashion but also personal identities and histories, including my own. My connection to Docs runs deep, woven into the fabric of my life long before I ever clocked in for my first shift at a Dr. Martens store. In fact, my love for the brand started before I could even walk. There’s a photo I cherish: me as a toddler, swinging in a park, my dad Jack pushing me, and on my tiny feet - red patent 1460s. It was inevitable, really. My dad, fancying himself as a bit of a skinhead, and my mam, a mod during the 1980s mod revival, ensured that Dr. Martens would be part of my upbringing. Once I was big enough to fit into a pair, I never looked back. When I started working for Dr. Martens nearly five years ago, it really was more than just a job. It was a lifeline. After a breakup had left me completely shattered, the opportunity to work for the brand I loved so much ...
