Of many things I’m visually known for, its my spectacular spectacled obsession. A love affair of sorts with eyewear. Known as the guy who wears sunglasses without sun. Evidence on lookbook for the onlookers.
Having documented a thriving infatuation as part of broader trends in What to Wear with what you are Wearing (aka smart accessorizing), here comes a super solitary pedestal. For life changed when I acquired my bespoke pair of SUPER Sunglasses from a bustling flagship in LA. And took it with me from Fashion Week to sporty hikes.
And who knew that a few months down the line, a collaboration with a favorite artist would escalate my infatuation even further? For I had the pleasure of attending the launch of Retrosuperfuture’s SUPER sunglasses collaboration with The Andy Warhol Foundation at the inspiring and art decked MOMA Design Store in Soho.
The sheer quantity of paraphernalia available by Andy Warhol can outshine the Gagas and KKs and Beliebers of the world. The artist truly is the namesake of pop culture. And no matter where my travels take me, I deviate to Warhol exhibits in times of inspiration. A recent Prague trip whisked me to view my favorite Pink and Yellow Cow (for those that didn’t know, I have an obsession with cows), the iconic Campbell Soup Cans, and more.
Inspired by the retro 70s and a namesake of its own, Retrosuperfuture sought out Warhol’s work to see what could inspire them, and stumbled over commercial illustrations of people with sunglasses, allegedly the Photo Booth Self-Portrait Series. Consequently, four styles personifying statement people were launched, some referring to Warhol’s Silver Factory crowd.
BabyBaby, Nicolou, VelvetDarling and Ultracandy are four surreal renditions that can only work with MOMA’s overstated, delicious style. Nuances from his history and activities like the pop band influence of Velvet Underground are visible in the designs.
Warhol’s signature decks the temples of the sunglasses, and the cases are silver, an ode to his factory days. The Silver Factory itself was a meeting point for distinguished intellectuals, playwrights, artists, musicians, celebrities, affluent folks, drag queens and intriguing street gentry. For those thirsting for New York’s rich history, the original Factory was on the 5th floor at 231 East 47 Street in Midtown. It was decorated with tin foil, fractured mirrors and silver paint. The Factory was relocated to the Decker Building at 33 Union Square West, before moving to 860 Broadway near Union Square. These glorious years were called the Silver Years.
In awe of the collection, my general indecision (prompting the creation of a Mindset Framework in other worlds) took over as I shopped and waltzed through the store. Recalling wise words of Warhol about fantasy love, and a deathbed love for blue jeans.