My Miklis
My red Alain Mikli sunglasses are back from the shop, thank heavens. I was without them for two weeks during which NYC had its first heat wave of the summer.
While they were gone, I was tempted to pick up a second pair just to get through. I was taken in at first by some of the big-house fashion designers, but their glasses just reek of the licensed-brand-name-extension, conspicuous-consumption nonsense that is so regrettable about the luxury fashion market these days. I feel the same way about watches. I love Fendi shoes, but would never wear a Fendi watch. Chanel suits, for sure, but a timepiece? That is for suckers. I go to the good watch people for that. And so, I considered some of the other great eye wear designers.
Persols are pretty, pretty, pretty. Fred frames are freaking awesome, especially when they are made of gold and horn. When I try them on I want to keep them on. Then, when I think about my three-year old grabbing them from my face and tossing them to the sidewalk, I go straight back to my Miklis. They were, after all, the first accessory that ever made me feel like a movie star.
