When I first visited London, I must have been about 13. It was a weekend away with my parents doing the typical touristy things - Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, a load of Museums and a spot of shopping.
I remember feeling really overwhelmed at the number of people there - but also how different people looked. We were only an hour and a half away from home by train, and yet people dressed differently. It was probably the first time I saw proper punks, loitering around Camden in their trusty DMs.
Ever since, I wanted a pair.
I've since owned my fair share of lookalikes, but nothing can beat the real thing. I love that they mould to your feet like Converses - no other shoes love you back in the same way that DMs do. They come in such an array of colours and patterns too - there really is one to suit any one.