Here in New York, it’s currently fashion week. What is it? It’s essentially a week where everyone goes batshit for new looks and afterparties. If only Mosley Tribes’ Spring 2009 lineup of sunglasses were available, I’d be able to get laid with Kirsten Dunst or an equally trashy blonde. That’s right. Slap on a pair of the Wayfarer-style glasses and sneak off to Brooklyn incognito, sipping PBR and smoking Camels throughout the trip.
Or you could just build a sweet pair of light-up Terminator glasses.