EYE ON THE BALL

I WASN’T good at sport. No way? You’re kiddin’ me? I can see you’re shocked. No, I was more the bookish type. The spectacle-wearing type. As...

I WASN’T good at sport. No way? You’re kiddin’ me? I can see you’re shocked. No, I was more the bookish type. The spectacle-wearing type. As a teenager and later, a poor, struggling journo I used to settle on a pair of frames every few years and wear them to death. When I was told to keep my eye on the ball, I just ducked – for fear of my frames smashing into my face. But, you know, I’ve got a grown-up salary, I have a mortgage, I’ve raised three of the four to adulthood and only have two of them dependent on me, why can’t I go out and buy a second pair of specs? Are you gunna stop me? Actually, you might have to. I’m dedicating this week’s posts to a new and dangerous op-shopping addiction – retro spectacle frames.

The Christian Dior frames above were the first ... of many.

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