my girl Kylie

Look, Kylie and I, we understand each other. We have experienced the same dehumanizing moment. When you are sitting on a terrace or at a table in a restaurant and suddenly it happens. At first, you try to subtly push the candle in your direction. When the menu and her (still extra flammable sprayed with some seasalt spray) almost catch fire, heavier artillery must be deployed. The flashlight of your phone. Suddenly you think: what happened? Which turn did I miss? Kylie, we have grown older. And no one told us.

During one of the first dinners with her then-boyfriend, Kylie fished a pair of reading glasses out of her bag. What turned out? He found it sexy. Séxy. A hobby was born. Meanwhile, shoes and glasses compete for the top spot in numbers and it's a neck-and-neck race. Kylie excels in both. “Glasses have a built-in something. They disappear.” Her excuse to buy plenty of them. I also have a messy six by now. I don’t have just one bag, do I? A person sometimes wants a different look. Especially when you always wear glasses, you want to vary. A party in a steaming disco calls for something a little different than that meeting where you have to grunt a bit. Anyway. Kylie has them. In all shapes and sizes; nice and striking and outspoken to a bit more subdued, for normal heads and petite faces, sunglasses and reading glasses. I picked my favorites for you. They are all available at Specsavers.