Living near the Kansas City Art Institute, I am accustomed to artsy eyesores: the Bobey stickers slapped to street signs, the light-up "Billie Jean" sidewalk, the great heaps of twigs some students pile each spring on the campus courtyard because I guess they get credit in witch burning or something.
These shoes -- dangled over the wire at 43rd and Warwick -- are a new one. "EAT" says one; "SHIT" adds the other.
Great art is transformative, meaning that it has the power to change us. EAT SHIT shoes acheive this standard. Next time I find myself about to judge someone, and then ask myself, as Elvis and my grandma demand, if I have walked a mile in his or her shoes, I will now understand that there's a real chance those shoes are assholes.