I lost my sunglasses last week, and of all the sunnies I have ever worn, those black and white graphic Illestevas suited me the most. I loved how they made me look and feel just the right amount of eccentric, and how they could take an outfit as mundane as joggers and a tshirt and give it attitude. The problem with the ones I’m wearing now –– a pair of pink gold glittery miu mius –– is that they are a smidgen too extravagant. They’re conversation starters, and I’m not always in the mood to talk. And I’m definitely not always in the mood to disco. So, I’m on the lookout for a wicked pair of sunnies, that like my Illestevas, sit on the ride side of ridiculous. If you see something that hits the mark, please holler.

p.s. I found them! Moments after writing this post, wrapped in a pair of Luma’s bloomers! But a girl can never have enough sunglasses, can she?

If you’re at the Met Gala –– the single most important event on the fashion calendar –– wearing a red column, (Reese, I’m looking at you) then perhaps you shouldn’t be there. This is the night for flamboyant and frivolous, for daring and audacious. Yes, this is the night for a canary yellow dress with a fur trimmed train that chugs on for miles. Bravo Rihana. Bravo SJP. And bravo to anyone with chtuzpah enough to be ridiculed and revered, from here to Shanghai.