The Thousands

I got totally bamboozled at the optometrist a while back and walked out with a pair of specs that make me look like an irate 50-year-old who calls up the ABC to complain a lot. As such, the majority of my friends don’t even know that I need glasses, because I only wear them when not to do so would put other people’s lives in danger.

Life through my eyes is a blurry, technicolour dreamcoat, but sometimes I think it might be nice to see the edges of things. So, next time I walk in to see the eye doctor/image destroyer, I’m going fully armed. My artillery, in addition to a truckload of staunch ‘noooo!’s, will hopefully include a pair of these customised vintage frames from Fiction Eyewear. I say ‘hopefully’ because they’re limited edition and moving fast.**These are glasses to be proud of, with strong lines that say ‘I’m smart, but also not offended by risky television programming’. Grab a piece of LA – that city of bent reality and heightened visions – and stick it on your face.