2oceans Vibe

I first laid eyes on the Louis Vuitton Evidence Noir sunglasses at the Louis Vuitton store at the V&A Waterfront and they were just too beautiful not to have. If I may..

The Louis Vuitton Evidence Noir sunglasses.

Too beautiful not to have.

Whilst the price tag was somewhat sensational, the main glitch was that the one pair they had was reserved for another buyer – Something I couldn’t get my head around, resulting in a short circuit. I collapsed to the floor with the back of my hand to my temple.

“Oh sweet Mary, mother of God, what am I to do?!” I cried, frothing slightly at the mouth.

I sent an urgent sms to my Mother, alerting her of the impending crisis and asking if she could think of a solution. As an only child, it wasn’t altogether surprising to learn that, by the time she replied to my sms, she had already called the Louis Vuitton store in Melbourne and reserved the very same pair of shazzles; citing a potential “early Christmas present for the little boy.”

Genius, she is. Complete and utter genius.

I agreed that her idea was fool-proof and the process began. A process so involved and confusing that I won’t get into it at all. All I can tell you is the shazzles traveled in someone’s handbag from Melbourne to Cape Town and was then swiftly shuttled in ANOTHER person’s handbag from Cape Town to Stanford (oh, just 10kms outside of Hermanus). Two days later it was sent via courier from Hermanus to Cape Town and now…now they are here with me at the Safe House – where they belong.

Did I mention the stunning packaging they came in?

It’s those little details..

A little box with a drawer. With the shades inside that drawer. Aah, you see, that is where Louis Vuitton are very naughty. Those…little details.

Speaking of details, I want you to hold onto your seat as I show you the fine detail etched into the top of the gold brow rim. A detail clearly allowing the sunglasses to cross the gender line and be worn by slightly camp men, and women alike!

Heavenly detail

Now I know what you thinking and, I must admit, I had the same problem.

You don’t know whether to wear them, or fuck them.