One of my good chums is just about as clumsy as you can get. He drops mugs like they have all been greased, he walks into panes of glass, and no antique flower vase is safe. Nevertheless, he, like many more spatially aware people I know, suffers from a disease known only as: Spectacles Abscentia.
In his case, he has sat on, stood on, dropped, or otherwise crushed and broken every pair of sunglasses he has ever owned. But it is something I hear from everyone, no matter how old you are, whether you are a forgetful young flapper or a sage old septuagenarian; glasses just seem to disappear.
In my friend’s case, after hearing the unmistakable sound of cracking and splintering plastic lenses, his long term partner recently bellowed: “That’s the last bloody pair, you hear me? No more expensive sunglasses!”
Moreover, it’s not just him. I have grandparents who are going through reading glasses so quickly that I am beginning to suspect they are burning them in lieu of their winter fuel allowance. Everyone knows it, sunglasses are expensive.
But you have to have them. Have you ever walked outside into the sun from a long day of writing, hunched over your laptop in the deep dark cellar of KCW Today? I have, and let me tell you, if I were to emerge without sunglasses my retinas would no doubt imitate the last scene of Raiders of the Lost Arc and melt with almost holy ferocity.
So the question is, how do you buy Raybans without taking a long flight to Thailand and coming back with Raybuns?
Cubitts of King’s Cross has just two “workshops” in Soho (37 Marshall Street) and Borough (9 Park Street). Your glasses are cut from a single sheet of polished italian acetate, so no two glasses will look the same. And their company ethos is: ‘Handmade spectacles & sunglasses. In classic British styles. Modestly priced. That’s it.’”
Make sure your bottom is firmly planted because the “modestly priced” part is about to knock you of your chair. £125. That frankly ridiculous price includes: prescription lenses, postage, and your complimentary accessories. The price is also the same whether you are choosing from their range of sunglasses or spectacles, men’s or women’s.
But the kicker is you aren’t likely to stand on, break, lose, or crush any of the spectacles you buy from Cubitts. When you unbox a handmade, beautifully crafted item like these they do have a precious quality.
Any given week I will have between 3-4 conversations about my glasses, not as often as I’m asked about Brexit, but frequently enough to recognise. As a man who wears spectacles as a consequence of real visual impairment, I have them on from sunrise to sunset. I therefore, unsurprisingly, think that the spectacles you wear present something about you to the world.
Heavy set ‘Michael Gove specs’ may, for example, make you look like an albino Austin Powers. Or the rimless mechanical glasses might say that you are the type of person who works over a designers board, and who thinks that Steve Jobs was the bee’s knees. Likewise, a monocle will tell everyone you have ‘affectations’.
This is never truer than with sunglasses, the king of glasses, and the charismatic cult leader of ‘cool’. The dark glasses on offer in Cubitts are supreme, and for me, they are a lifesaver. For just £125 I can now walk around indoors, avoiding awkward eye contact, and willfully ignoring the rule that says: only morons wear sunglasses indoors. “Yeah? Well mine are prescription!”
Cubitts sunglasses are an easy purchase this summer. And now that summer is here in earnest you will be looking around frantically for your scratched, 5 year old pair that has a broken hinge after last years debauchery off the coast of Sardinia. Save yourself the hassle. Cubitts has all the options you will get in another opticians, and you will pay a fraction of the price. As per usual, Sartorius Rex has selected the best options. You’re welcome.