I was browsing for some new shades the other day, you know, trying to look all sophisticated and hiding from the sun (it’s a battle, trust me), and I stumbled across some Versace stuff. Versace Eyewear 2273 sunglasses for $248? Versace Eyewear Medusa-plaque pilot-frame sunglasses for $270? Girl. That’s a *lot* of money for something that’s probably gonna end up sliding off my face and into a puddle. But still… that Medusa plaque. Kinda iconic, right?
And then I saw the Versace Eyewear Greca-detailing sunglasses for $234. Now, these are in XXXS and XL sizes. Whoa. XXXS?! Are those for, like, a Barbie doll with a really discerning fashion sense? I’m picturing a tiny sunglasses thief. That’s a weird thought. Anyway…
Then I clicked on some ad, and it led me to glasses.com, which is offering Versace eyeglasses with free shipping and a satisfaction guarantee. That’s kinda cool, actually. So, like, if you buy them and then realise you look like a total dork, you can send them back? That’s a peace of mind, I guess. But then you gotta deal with the return process. Ugh.
See, here’s my problem with Versace glasses (besides the, like, price tag that could feed a small family for a week): Do I *really* want to wear something that screams, “Hey, look at me! I’m wearing Versace!”? I mean, a little subtle is sometimes nice, you know? But then again, maybe I’m just jealous ’cause I *don’t* have a pair. Hmmm.
Okay, but seriously, Versace has been around forever, since 1978, according to some random website I just looked at. That’s kinda impressive. They’re always pushing the boundaries, which is cool, but sometimes I feel like they push them right off a cliff. Like, some of their stuff is just…*a lot*.
