Brighter Days Ahead
Winter and I are still at odds. As such, I have made it my personal duty to continue endorsing the garnishes, so to speak, most typically associated with a warmer climate. So in spite of the fact that I am forced to wear stockings, tights, a pair of thick socks I never wanted to own in the first place and a pair of jeans on top of that, plus a tank top, a t-shirt, a long sleeve flannel and a big ass sweater, this means nothing in conjunction with the endeavors of my heart.
I know what you’re thinking, I choose to live here, but it’s like Woody Allen once said: “I could live to be a hundred if I give up all the things that make want to be a hundred.” While snow is not high on that list, New York is and love is love so I do what I have to but…sunglasses! White Clubmasters! Is it just me who has noticed a recent resurgence in this frame’s popularity?
I, for one, succumbed to a pair of the Oliver Peoples variety. Saint Laurent recently introduced a pair, as has Stella McCartney. You can find a rendition by Vint and York on a more digestible plane but when push comes to originality, no one beats the paramount paladins of eye-coverage at Ray-Ban. If not because they’re quite simply #1 than certainly because Ferris Bueller and friends paved that way years ago.
Like em? Love em? Gotta have ’em? Tell me! The anticipation is killing me!