The sun has finally begun to shine in Northern California, and we need sunglasses.
The Grande Dame can’t get this pair out of her mind. On beyond zebra.
Prada’s Minimal Baroque. Sunglasses with a side of oxymoron. La Dame used to choose Chanel, but frankly, Karl just isn’t keeping his eye on the store the way he used it. It happens. And, granted, Prada’s IPO went out at a lower share price than expected, but we High WASPs understand, better than any other culture perhaps, pride and its subsequent fall
Artsy Cousins want glasses to represent their values, rather than the constructs of a hopped-up marketing group on the 52nd floor.
The Artsy want color, a distinctive shape, and traces of craftmanship, handmade in America or in Italy. These I found on Verhext, the men’s glasses on her husband’s blog, Leaf and Arrow. Verhext is wearing Kala, another photo here. She also had the most astonishingly desirable woodland wedding, if you like weddings, photography, and imagination. Worth a dawdle.
The Sturdy Gal, well, she is apt to pick up a pair of glasses at the drugstore. Or, let’s say she just happens to have reached middle age and just happens to need a little help seeing the freeway exit signs because she keeps driving past them by mistake. Let say she also needs to read Google maps on her iPhone while driving. In this case, she will need progressive lenses on her sunglasses. Which will bring her, one fine day, to this.
If fading family fortunes and a general lack of imagination prevent Prada, or Kalas, fling yourself down the branding stairway and do not stop at Gucci, D&G, or Coach. Find yourself in a heap at the bottom, pick yourself up, and march with Sturdy pride over to the Costco optical desk. You’ll receive a certificate of authenticity. We do have to wonder, who came up with that idea? Probably a marketing department, on the 52nd floor.