The moment I realized I needed glasses started as a joke: I was a sophomore in college and, after two months of sitting in the same exact seat, the notes being projected onto the wall in my Environmental Science 101 class looked a little fuzzy. “Is it just me, or is that projector blurry?” I muttered with a laugh to my friend. “Um…huh?” was the only way she could respond.
And so, after 20 years of perfect vision, I needed to get glasses. I think because I didn’t have to endure “four eyes” taunts through childhood, I embraced wearing frames; I viewed them as a new accessory to incorporate into my outfits, and started collecting the craziest, weirdest, boldest versions I could find.
And that’s probably why I love Warby Parker so much. The eyewear brand offers up dozens of frames in different styles (plus lots of different colors), almost all for $95 (and that includes the cost of adding lenses, as well), so I can pick up a few pairs without blowing my savings–right now I’ve got an oversize clear pair, a Martin Scorsese-esque thick tortoise shell pair, and then a gold wire pair for when I’m feeling particularly festive. The fact that Warby Parker donates a pair of glasses to a person in need every time you purchase a pair? Well, that just assuages what little bit of buyer’s guilt I’d ever feel.
My latest obsession is with prescription sunglasses, which–yes–might be the nerdiest thing in the world to admit, but whatever; it’s almost spring and there’s no way I’m going to the beach if I can’t actually see the waves crashing down. They go for $150 a pair–with lenses–at Warby Parker, and I’m eyeing (pun intended) their Neville shades in Blue Marblewood (above).
But you can browse all of Warby Parker’s offerings here. And if you want to do it in-person, here’s your chance: They’re running this mind-blowingly amazing contest, where you can not only win two pairs of glasses, but also a chance to attend the opening of their very first store. They’ll fly you to NYC, put you up in a hotel, offer up books, movies, SoulCycle classes, plus meals and our fave downtown eateries. It goes without saying that I’ve already entered–but I don’t mind if you do, too. Just click here for all the details. –REBECCA WILLA DAVIS