

The next step in wearing the sneaker was the way we rocked them. I guess it was the extreme hood-flavor that people knowing that guys coming straight from jail wore them with no shoestrings for whatever reason. Then they used to try to call them “felon shoes” and they recognized that they didn’t let you have shoestrings in jail, ‘cus you might hang yourself, I heard. Run-DMC was extremely cool. We wore the sneakers the way that we emulated Jam Master Jay’s closest homeboy or Jay himself, ‘cus that’s how cool he was. It came straight from one of our ideas or our homeboy’s ideas. The look became mass marketed because we were so connected to big record deals.
When questioned if I had problems with the sneaker staying on my feet because we sometimes didn’t wear the laces I say, “Not one.” It wasn’t even a question. The sneaker didn’t come off our feet. For whatever reason, it was magic, I don’t know. It wasn’t an issue for us, or the rest of the world. I don’t ever remember thinking, “I shouldn’t wear my shoes with no shoestrings.”
Our gear was a natural fit for us, there was no dress code. Just like y’all do now, we were cool, we knew what to do. We were fashion forward, knew how to dress and it was about however we felt it should be rocked. We were in control and extremely confidant. If [we rocked them] with the Adidas suit you saw us in, fine; if it was the leather pair of pants, fine; a pair of Lee’s fine. It was whatever we thought. We were just that dope.
-Rev Run
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