Cutler & Gross 0072 sunglasses.

Let me educate you all on hip facial wear. Squeezes, meet CUTLER and GROSS. CUTLER and GROSS meet my gurlz. (4 Walls and Adobe slats for them, respectively).

In the late 1990’s my parents took us to Londontown so Daddy could do some business. I remember this being one of the few times I thought, “uhhh…are we rich?” mainly because we had a driver. In London. Named Adam. Whose sole purpose was to take my brother and I around to Trocadero, museums, and stores. He drove a sick ass Mercedes E class and we made him bump the Beastie Boys Hello Nasty, because that had just come out. I was twelve. I also thought I had a tumor on my nipple, so there’s an indication of just how full-formed my brain was. 

ANYWAY, one day during the trip my mother had Adam take us to Lacoste London and Cutler and Gross. To this day, I still have one of the only existing Lacoste hoodies and I wear it religiously. YES. A hoody, like a skater Stussy boy hoody, but with an alligator on it. Everywhere I go people offer to buy this from me. It’s hilarious actually. So, after getting a new sweaty, my mom says, “MjH, my fashion monster,” — and this was before that bitch Lady GaGa had minions of monsters — “I am going to take you to the coolest eyeglass store on the planet.”

She took Jonno and I to the one and only Cutler and Gross. I remember looking around in awe, and my mom saying something like “these are glasses you get when you’re really stylin’.” Yeah, she said stylin’ with the swagger of Spicolli. She bought these killer blue frames with weird yellow lenses in them (all the rage at the time). I think they cost more than my bar-mitzvah. Those glasses are now in the top drawer of my bathroom cubby as a reminder that before I speak my suit bespoke. And that I love my fam, and being a kid.

Will you be my American Girl, MOM!?

Available now at Blackbird for $410.

Check out the same model in eyeglasses here.