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Blazer – Monton, Leather vestette – Vintage Topshop, Pants - Topshop, Knitted - DIY, Shoes – Naked Lunch

Who’s been called a four-eye before? I have, all throughout middle school and high school. Love how I had ultra-supersonic-laser-eye capabilities on every photo from the light reflection on my glasses – I had this anonymous glasses-for-nonrecognition thing going on except you knew it was me because its that girl with the white eye sockets. People would then always ask how kissing would be with glasses on and I would tell them it’s quite difficult because the specs could concentrate sun-rays into the partner’s eyes and make him blind. There was always one girl who said Really? to that.

I have no idea why we had so much glass-ism when we were young, what was so bad about them? Now I really crave for them.

Just over a week ago, I was invited to this year’s SpecsaversSpectacle Wearer of the Year awards, (Thanks again, Tom!) and there saw the glassophilics of glassophilics come together. Hosted by Ben Shepherd and Jenni Falconer, it was a combination of cocktail reception, celebrities, catwalk of the 9 finalists, and then the awards ceremony. ALL GLASSED, naturally. (That sounds like gassed, sorry, making up words here) I must say, it was quite refreshing to see specs on the catwalk, the effect it had on an evening gown was all I’m down to business tonight. I’m rather glad that glasses are slowly rising to a stage of being a celebrated item of accessory instead of an annoyance – although, we’ve all had that time when we used a brooch to cover up a dirty area on our sweater, if you know what I mean. (No face washing anymore!)