img source one | two | three | four | five Birkenstocks. The sandal that epitomizes the shoe of my youth; what was once a cult item amongst my friends seems to have resurfaced in the most unlikely of places. Mine were of the mono-strap variety, a crisp white which just like a pair of Cons, seemed to get better with age. Your toes would furrow into the carefully thought out soles, which offered more comfort than most other shoes I’ve owned, especially after a full day on your feet. I was probably just as surprised as anyone else to…