My favourite pair of sunglasses recently broke. They were red, and glittery and they were beautiful. If you were anything like my boyfriend you would say ‘It’s no big deal, maybe now you will finally wear those Prada ones you bought over a year ago but have barely worn.’ Well my friends, to me it was a big deal.
Yes, I have many other sunglasses, including the aforementioned rarely worn Prada ones; but to me, my red Miu Miu glitter sunglasses were a part of me: an extension of my spirit, if you will. I felt they said a lot about me as a person just by being red, glittery, big and bold.
I still remember the day I got them, four and a half years ago. They were the first designer pair of sunglasses I shelled out for and they set me back $450. After seeing them on my home-girl Mia Wasikowska in the Miu Miu campaign (I ripped the picture out and stuck it up on my wall) I searched the Miu Miu boutique in Sydney and scoured every Sunglass Hut to no avail before finding them on Net-a-Porter.
From the day they arrived, they came everywhere with me: to Uni, work, overseas, I even wore them when I went running. I loved the response I got from people when I wore them but most importantly I loved the way they made me feel, like I could do anything or be anyone.
The practical purpose of clothing has little bearing on me. I choose things that speak to me, that make me feel something, that tell a story. I use my clothes to express different facets of my personality because, as an introvert at heart, I prefer to let my clothes do the talking. I like things that are pretty and a little ostentatious, and that’s just what these sunglasses were.
Rest in peace Miu Miu sunglasses, I’ll never forget you.
