Over the past few years, an odd phenomenon has taken over Los Angeles.
Outfits no longer make sense.
People's feet are dressed for winter and their bellies are dressed for summer (yes, that's a mere 5 degree difference here in LA, but you know what I'm getting at).
I honestly hoped this would wear off over time, and as the feet got warmer and the butts got colder (and the funny tan lines became laughable come summer time), the boots would walk themselves back into the closet and save themselves for a more appropriate use.
For a brief moment I believed that by taking photographs people would see how utterly ridiculous this trend has become and the abused-and-ashamed boots could crawl back up into the bottom hem of the pant legs where they belong, finding a safe haven beneath the bottom third of a boot cut pant, relieved they no longer have to be the prime focus of a stupid outfit.
But not in LA.
The boots just keep getting bigger and furrier and more complicated until it is unclear if that's a Yeti or an urban hipster approaching until they are 6 feet away, in which case it may simply be too late.
Join us now as we take a look at about a dozen or so more examples of Ugg-wear in LA.
A photo essay of justified ridicule: