I’m not the only NYLON girl with an unusual name (especially since Shruti sits across from me), but it doesn’t dull the occasional frustration with having a name nobody seems to grasp. Most times during introductions, I say “Faran” and someone repeats back “Sarah.” (This actually happened when I met Marc Jacobs, and it broke my heart.) There’s also nothing personalized – no barrettes, no keychains, no ’70s rock songs (what I wouldn’t give to be “Celia, you’re breaking my heart…”).
But last year, things started to change. I met Joe Corre, the creative director of Agent Provocateur, at a party in Soho. Weeks later, he designed the Faran waspie corset, bra, and underwear. My mom quipped, “How’d you inspire that?!” but I didn’t care – I was thrilled. Then the milliner Eugenia Kim came up with a Faran cap, and Gwen Stefani’s line L.A.M.B made a Faran high heel.
And now? Paul Smith’s Fall ’09 shades, created by Oliver Peoples, are called The Farren. I know the spelling’s off, but still… at least they’re not called The “Wait, you said your name is Sarah?”
Plus, they’re really cute glasses – unique, but easy enough to fit on many face shapes – and on girls with many different names.
xoxo faran (not sarah, erin, farrah, or fran)