Vanity Glasses

Okay, guys, this is my biggest hipster weakness cause I gotta say: I love 'em. I just do. I love the way they look on me, I love how I feel when I wear them, I love them as an accessory. Yes, take me out back and have me shot by a firing squad in skinny jeans and pendelton plaid, by all means. I just, I don't know. I love vanity glasses.

I had a pair once that were my pride and joy. Black and rectangular, I bought them on the Lower East Side (St. Mark's, of course) in winter of 2009 and I wore them all the time. The following summer, when I worked as a receptionist at State Farm, I pretended they were real glasses and I wore them to work everyday. I took pains to remember to put them on before reading a document someone handed me, just so it would seem like I really needed them. On days when I forgot them I would complain of headaches, or rub the bridge of my nose and squint, as if being without them was a problem. I broke this pair while out at a club in Buenos Aires and I never found a pair to replace them.

UNTIL TODAY.
Mona sent me a package today, containing a purse I had let her borrow and a new pair of vanity glasses. Guys, I'm going to be completely honest right now: I lost my shit. I did. These were beautiful and exciting and looked great on me and in my very favorite color! I pranced around the house, squealing like a My Little Pony on coke.

And, as no Vanity Glasses Ownership is ever official until some vanity shots are done, here are some pics of the new babies: