Who even knows how me and my blinky eyes realized we, the trio, needed glasses at age nine, but I can tell you that the moment I pulled my prescription-packed pair onto my face, I was shocked that I could see. Everything blurry switched into focus. Me to my toes: “Oh that’s what you look like!” It was a very literal moment of clarity.
Fast-forward a million years to Tuesday night, when our Writers Club went live. Three women stood before an audience of MR Community members at the Hoxton Hotel and read aloud written accounts of their own personal moments of clarity — these ones far more poetic than mine, though because this was in partnership with Michael Kors, there were also glasses involved.
Shula Mathless kicked us off, clad in a pair of Michael Kors “Caracas” frames. She spoke of what it was like to lose her sense of taste for a week, which wove into a meditation on how that experience helped her see herself more clearly.
Next, Amber Hunter, with Michael Kors “St. Barts” frames over her face, told the crowd of how the past 18 months changed her outlook on her identity. She had been a competitive swimmer — now: a former athlete.
Finally, a poem by Brittany Evans, who wore Michael Kors “Captiva” frames while casting a dreamy, rose-colored lens over the room. Her words spoke of a strawberry solstice in such a way that if you’ve never seen one in real life, well, after hearing her poem, it was as if you had.
And that was what felt so special about the stories told: there was a way to relate to each one, to connect with a line or a scene, if not every word. You know who else connected with the crowd? None other than Nora Taylor, hostess with the mostest and noted glasses-wearer. She wore Michael Kors “Santiago” frames for the evening — and the day, which I know because I sit across from her.
After all tales were told and the evening’s three “judges” — MR’s associate editor Emma Bracy, guest judge Molly Elizalde, and me — wrote down our notes for the writers, it was party time. Everyone mingled and ate doughnuts and drank delicious drinks. Artist Julian Kyle drew caricatures of guests’ spectacled faces. All the while, in between the meeting and the greeting, guests played around with the glasses on display so that they could find their perfect match and bring a pair home. (Speaking of, excuse me: Why did I forget that trying on glasses is so much fun? It’s like being in a movie montage of your own making.)
The night wrapped with new friends made, numbers exchanged, and I’ll go ahead and assume that a few new moments of clarity were had. Speaking of, given that we’re all here, right now, might as well keep the momentum going, right? Tell us down in the comments about your own moments of clarity. And if you’re a glasses-wearer, would love to know…any secret tips about how to clean them? Mine now have doughnut thumb prints all over them.
Photos by Ken Castaneda.