First, we came for the dad shoes. Chunky New Balances, once the pinnacle of dork, have been co-opted by the stylish with such force its hard to see it disappear. Then, we came for the cargo pants. The techy belts. The Salomon sneakers, which were built for the trail, but sustain great use on the streets littered with Gen-Zs. And now, we come for your sunglasses. In a way, I suppose the rise of these colorful, polarized, functional glasses would be the next progression of the style crowd into an outdoorsy item not exactly designed with the fashion class in mind. They belong on the face of an assistant baseball coach. They'd thrive on the ends of croakies in the midst of an outside barbecue. And they are ours now. |
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