Where would us gentlemen be without our style accessories? How else would Bono try and pass off the fact he’s not in his sixties without his sunglasses? Pah, Glaucoma. I’ll believe that when I see it. (Pun intended.) How else would Bond escape the clutches of a sock-less Blofeld without his beloved Omega Sea-master and its rather loud alarm?
My point is these are more than just fancy gadgets with which we reward ourselves. More than mere foppish accoutrements we don to distinguish ourselves from the rabble. Well, they might be all those things as well, but they’re also kindly reminders that we pay attention to the details in life.
At some point during our adolescent years, we’ve all owned a pair of aviators, a Kenny Loggins CD and thought it a decent idea to round up the most ripped dudes in our Rolodex for an afternoon of beach volleyball. To keep your eyes protected, and to maintain a level of cool beyond the heat of the sun, a stylish pair of sunglasses is essential.
A girl who once told me it’s a shame men wore aftershave. “A man’s natural scent is the most instinctual thing he owns,” she professed. At the time I could barely afford the beer in my glass, let alone a bottle of Old Spice. What happened next I hear you cry?