My rose colored glasses were smashed by a very tall fat jewish man at the Four Seasons Los Angeles while I was enjoying cocktails at the bar with a friend. He was nearly as wide as he was tall and somehow connected to the entertainment business.
My second pair... Because I always carried a spare have been scratched during the years beyond repair.
All that time in Marrakech, Paris, Chicago, New York and they lasted--Although I did come close to loosing them in Chicago after a deluge of sorts.
They just don't make things the way they used to.
L.A. can really be tough on the eyes and the soul for that matter.
I miss my glasses from time to time but I guess for now, my oversized Lavin wayfarers will just have to do.
Besides I'm a grown up now and the Lanvin may be a bit more becoming.
The Marvelous Miss Malkavich
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