Sunglasses say a lot about a person, don't they? There's the big diva sunglasses that take up half your face. There's the elegant retro Jackie O look, there's sporty wrap arounds, hipster tinted, and then there's the classic too-cool-for-my-school aviator style.
I like aviators. They have style without appearing as though one is attempting to be stylish. And I'm super sneaky that way. I don't like to look as though I've put much of an effort in. Most times I haven't. One need only take in the holy, maroon Columbia sweater, circa 2005, that I wear most days to intuit lack of style on my part.
Actually, it's not even how one looks in their sunglasses, but how one feels. Putting on sunglasses is a little like putting on a disguise. You hide part of your face and keep it for yourself. There's power in that. And then you subconsciously project what you feel to the outside world, whether that's a big, sexy, curvaceous man eater, a triathlete, or a rock-star. I've seen this, I'm not kidding. I've seen a woman sashay a little sassier, an athlete prowl more gracefully, and an icognito rock-star's insouciant saunter down the sidewalk.
Of course, you have to be careful with sunglasses, as with all things related to fashion. You may be thinking and projecting Diva, but your sunglasses just may be shouting "Get out of my way, I'm mad and I'm drunk". Your tinted wrap-arounds may be smirking and whispering, "Thinks he's Bono, What a tool!" When I wear my aviators, I suspect they are broadcasting, "Highly delusional Chicken channeling Carrie Bradshaw, make way, coming through.."
Why all this talk about sunglasses? Because I can't find mine, dammit.
What do you like about your sun glasses. How do they make you feel?