Next blazer via charity shop, H&M long sleeved tee, Topshop high waisted jeans, Primark brogues and ring, Zara Taylor owl necklace, Gucci glasses
I was in London on Friday and took the tube across to Green Park. I’m probably one of few people who pay attention to advertising on public transport, and one particular ad shell caught my eye. It featured a poem written by Hattie Grunewald for the British Arts Council’s Young Poets on the Underground initiative. Just like good advertising is supposed to, the poem stuck in my mind and I tracked it down online later that day:
I don’t often have an opinion on anything that could be classed as art, but I guess the message in this piece has a particular significance to me. A while ago, someone told me they’d like to see me without glasses, ‘just for a different look’. Although I don’t think it was meant as an insult, it did get me thinking about my glasses and how intrinsic they are to who I am.
I’ve worn glasses since I was 11 and for the most part, I’m proud to flaunt my faltering eyesight in Gucci eyewear. No, I can’t see in the shower, I get embarrassingly steamy going from cold to hot temperatures and they are excruciatingly expensive considering they’re vital to my existence (yes, Gucci frames are vital to my existence…), but there’s no denying the barrier they put between you and the world.
Sometimes that barrier is good – under eye circles are pretty much invisible behind glass. But there are plenty of situations that leave me longing for 20/20 vision. Dancing cheek to cheek, pulling off the perfect flicky eyeliner and my future wedding day photos are just a few.
I can’t wear contacts as my eyes are too sensitive and laser eye surgery disgusts and terrifies me in equal measures, so for now I’ll stick to my specs. I’m due some new ones and have my (weakened) eye on a delicious Dior pair. Mmmm, designer labels on prescription.
Do you wear glasses or contacts?