Self portrait in Liberty with Alexander Wangs.
You know, this always happens to me. I don't need a new pair of sunglasses, and I didn't try them on to really try them on, you know? I just wanted to see what they looked like, thought they were kind of funny with their hard retro-futuristic pastiche of influences all over my face. But now in the cold light of a few days later my eyes are snagging on the triangle tips and I'm thinking 'hmm, black, yes' and I'm wondering when the next bus to Liberty leaves and how fast I can get on it. But I really don't need sunglasses! Who will win, the Wangs or my will? Huh.