AVIATING

I don’t do aviators. Actually, I don’t do a lot of things, but the universe seems to take great happiness in not allowing me to both look great and protect my eyes from the rays of the harsh Australian sun. I was destined to make people cry in most kinds of sunglasses, like those rectangular sporty ones women in their 30s thought were stylish back in 2006, or the post-modern art deco kinds gracing shelves in hipster stores today (and still I try them on, every time). I peg this one to my parents and the genes they blessed me with, because I have a face that suits only one kind of sunglass and it’s the one I buy in bulk from Portman's because I ritually lose them once every two months (like with everything else I own).

But my physical aversion to aviators, which I tragically had to accept at the tender age of 14, forced along the realisation that they, in all their casual, stylish glory, were just never going to make people want to be seen with me. There is ugly, and then there is my next door neighbour wearing Crocs, and after that there is me in aviators. It's a sad time for everybody. 

It’s not all that bad anymore – 5 years of struggle will numb you like 27 sleeping pills and a cuppa rum. I’ve grown to accept that there are some things the universe just doesn’t want to see me in, like leather pants, or photographs in general, but I know it’ll be okay because one day I'll probably step out onto the road without looking and might not even need to wear sunglasses ever again. I think these things through.

So with that, I dedicate this post to all the sunglasses I can’t wear because my ancestors obviously knew they were going to hate me in advance. 

Illesteva Frieda sunglasses, $207

Karen Walker Eyewear Soul Club in orange/milk, $220

House of Harlow 1960 Sasha sunglasses, $165

ASOS round glasses with metal bridge detail, $20.28

HELLO MY NAME IS

First introductions are always awkward but here is Lanvin's Spring/Summer 2012 collection to break the ice. Slightly old but still divine.

Photographs by Anna Kopito

Sourced from Nathalia Lindvall