In that way, Debbie Harry and I are exactly the same. Although likely for different reasons: she was being a rock star; I’m light sensitive (sometimes very).
At times when that sensitivity flares up, sunglasses are seriously like medical equipment for me: I so rely on them that I won’t leave the house without two pairs, in case something happens to one. And because they have to meet some very precise specs—super-dark lens, wide arms—I got used to spending a lot on the right pair. It will surprise you not at all, then, to learn I still see my way to the occasional splurge, one that’s a lot more fun now I don’t have to be so circumscribed in my choices. My friend Jessica believes that everyone looks better with sunglasses on, and while I won’t go that far, I will say that the right ones can definitely make me feel a lot more together as I walk out the door. This pair is like poof! instant Italian movie star.
I can not get enough of Karen Walker sunglasses; they are the best mashup of fashiony, goofy, and dead solid cool. This squarish number would probably combine horribly with the shape of my face, but they’re so fantastic I almost don’t care.
Big old clunky sunglasses don’t have to be dark. These are so brilliantly 80s preppy.
I actually own this pair: they may read as the most clunky of the group, but in reality they are not so big at all, which is good for those of you who worry about a really large sunglass overwhelming your face.