Doc Marten’s were the iconic footwear of my adolescence, both a subcultural marker and a dare to Toronto’s skinheads, whose sport was beating up other kids and taking their Docs. There was a whole hanky-code for the laces, a million different meanings for the leather colors. Today, they’re just another made-in-China high-street brand, surrounded by

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Doc Martens have got some pretty audacious designers

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