I went for a bit of a toot round the shops yesterday. For ages now I've been looking for some new glasses.
I'm kind of picky, difficult to please where glasses are concerned. I'm sure that this doesn't surprise you in the slightest.
Anyway, it took me almost a year to find the pair that I wear daily now - the same pair that I've worn for five years now. Well, not the same pair - I'm so difficult that last time I needed new specs I just bought identical ones again. So that's two pairs of this model in five years. It"s really time for a change.
As I was walking down the rue des Rosiers (the heart of Jewish Paris, with the best falafel sellers in Europe) I remembered that the manufacturer of my current glasses has a flagship store on the corner of this street. Too good an opportunity to miss, I dragged a jet-lagged LPF (just back from New York) into the Mikli store for some spectacle porn.
And what porn it is. The most beautiful glasses in the world, parading themselves in front of you, begging you to touch them, stroke them, try them on for size.
Naturally, I succumbed to temptation. I tried on one pair.
Possibly even better than my current model. Fitted just right, a great colour, lightweight, cool, stylish, designed by Philippe Starck no less.
These are my new glasses, I thought to myself.
"Can I help you?" offered the alarmingly chic assistante.
"Would you be able to do these frames with the same lenses as these" said I, pointing at my 'old' glasses.
"Sure" she said. And she proceeded to detail the price.
Ok. Now I can usually be convinced to pay a little extra for quality. But sometimes....
The glasses would work out at €905,00. Eek. That's $1100,00. £820,00. For a pair of specs.
I calmly and quietly stepped away from the glasses.
I thanked the assistante and left the shop.
And since then, all I've been able to think about is the beautiful glasses. Truly beautiful, but they are horribly expensive for a bit of glass and aluminium.
I have a sneaking suspicion that I'll be back tomorrow to buy them.