My god, the audacity of gallery staff lumping your trash Jordans in with actual art, it's like watching Chad DickRam walk into the Louvre and demand they add his fucking Wheaties box collection to the Impressionist wing. Just shoes? Please, those sneakerheads are just one step away from throwing a tantrum because they can't find their favorite discontinued colorway at Foot Locker. Go cry about it in your sad photography portfolio, Karen.