My eyewear has always been a thing of beauty, with enough bling, sparkle, glitter and glam to make Elton envious. The more diamante, colour, embedded precious metals and stones the better, and no frame was too fancy. On a trip to the city in the summer, I did however start to feel a little over dressed in my Prada with added pizzazz – black plastic, encrusted with square cut crystals – as I noticed the eyewear of skinny bright young things around me. Where were the details? Where were the outrageous sides studded with shimmer? Everyone was in cool, chic, and above all, plain frames.
I studied this phenomenon, and then turned to the trusty pages of Vogue to look at the eye wear ads. In tune with austerity measures and classic tailoring for clothes, specs were heading the same way. Stripped down, with bold rectangular shapes and colour doing the talking. With a trip to the West end coming up in November, I got online and got ordering, Vogue clutched in my hand for guidance. Get me to the Geek!
The specs duly arrived and I didn’t unpack them with my usual excitement. No light hitting a swathe of stars and flowers. Just a shiny tortoiseshell plastic with a subtle mottle, and teeny gold rivets at the edges. I put them on. At least I could see, and the slightly deeper shape was actually more practical and made my eyes look bigger. I added more mascara and braved the streets. And then I was very pleasantly surprised. Friends were actually impressed and very complimentary. I can see your eyes! I hated that Dame Edna thing you always did (Why did nobody say this before?!!) It makes me notice you, not the specs!
A month on, I’m loving the new look and now have it in red, purple and black too. It feels clean and fresh and makes me concentrate more on makeup, accessories and interesting additions like scarves, all of which I kept to minimum, letting my specs do the talking, or rather screaming! I flash a bit of bling for a night out, but I love this pared down daywear look. Sorry Dame Edna, you’re on your own………
