Why, oh why does this kind of thing make me reach for my wallet?
Now this first link is silly funness. But even though it’s not real, I still was thinking, hey, that’s kinda nifty. I wish it were real so I could convince myself it was a bad idea to buy it.
http://www.bespectacular.co.uk/
These two links below, however…gah. Is it some flaw in my nature that these became the coolest things in the world to me for at least twenty minutes?
http://blog.wired.com/gadgets/2007/04/spring_loaded_s.html
When I run across something like this (I keep envisioning gnomes in a basement laboratory, toiling over kegs of dynamite for some reason) I have to go through an internal dialogue to keep myself from ordering a custom-made pair. Normally I start by asking myself, reasonably, how much could this kind of thing cost? And with a wedding in three weeks, plus hunting for a new apartment, how wise would it be to chunk out a hefty portion of green for something that will go from “cool” to “ridiculous” the moment it settles on my nose? Second, I have to ask myself where I would find opportunities to wear a pair of glasses like these. Admittedly, this is NYC, and I probably wouldn’t be viewed much differently than the break-dancing team I saw somersaulting over people’s feet on the subway this morning. Maybe people would throw me money if I walked around with these on. At least that would help the cost. But most likely I would be pointed at by small children, and would end up spending most of my time explaining to people where I got the lenses from, why I thought it was a wise idea to stick something over my eyes (which, I suppose, looks like it could be a torture device from one of those Saw movies) and reminds others far too much of braces and headgear?
All this to say…that insidious little part of me still wants ’em.
Quick. Someone shred my credit card.
I see that smile.