Another post about glasses.
How unoriginal. But also I don't care
I feel like we're coming off of this weird hipster craze during which glasses served as this incredibly convenient way to prove that 1. You were a hipster and 2. You didn't care that you were a hipster.
This, of course, was pre hipster-as-a-solely-derogatory-word era, when being a hipster was associated with more than just being an idiot.
Nowadays, however, a fondness for glasses must be tempered with the public perception that 1. You view yourself as a hipster and 2. You're OK with the fact that you view yourself as a hipster.
Me too. A little. But that's my point.
The fact that glasses have become this social indicator of certain self-awareness is unfortunate and unnerving -- especially considering that their original appeal lay in a unique ability to separate oneself from the world.
Now, donning a second pair of eyes is akin to asking for a certain sort of, often unwanted, attention- Which is conflicting, because it negates the instinct for privacy that usually drives the desire to hide behind 2 astigmatism-adjusted over-magnified panes of glass.
|dress: vintage, boots: lucky brand, glasses: vintage|
It used to be that when I wore glasses, I felt a bit like I was giving up. Giving up on attempting to affect social opinion, giving up on my visual attractiveness, giving up on life in public. Now, I feel as if ... well, I feel as if I'm wearing a hat.
You know-- that strange blend of undercoveredness and exposure that only a well-situated fedora can incite.
Like - Hey! I'm shielding my head with a piece of fabric but also outwardly inciting the impression that I think I'm super retro and cool.
So what's a genuine glasses-lover to do?
I'm guessing something along the lines of what a genuine anything does:
say "screw it" and do whatever.
Photos by Isabel Seidel