Trend Forecasting: Wearing Sunglasses on The Back of Your Neck Like Guy Fieri
We regret to inform you that this might soon be our reality.
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Spring is coming, and with it comes a host inevitable eyewear trends, from the Hadid-approved tiny shades to the Olsen-approved early-2000's giant discs (SLS, sisters love sunglasses, baby!) This sun-soaked, budding season, though? We're going FULL. FIERI.
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I know this seems like an unlikely trend, perhaps more in line with a Yale frat pledge traversing campus in his Nantucket Reds than haute couture, and it can't be denied that a frisson of "yikes" goes through me when I see a bro with a pair of Oakleys perched on the nape of his neck (I remain convinced that Luke sported this look at some point during the run of The O.C., but sadly, I do not have the receipts. (One GARAGE staffer referred to the look as an "Aryan trigger," which.....real.)
All that said, though, the sunglasses-on-back-of-neck trend reaches its apotheosis not in aggro white teen boys, but in Guy Fieri, who represents peak Italian-diaspora cuddly masculinity (although—fun fact—he spicy-meatballed his name to Fieri from Ferry.)
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In a 2012 interview with VH1, Fieri explained his propensity for wearing his sunglasses the wrong way around: "It's just a good place to hold them. You know how many times I've had them around [the front] of my neck and they fall out? And they fall in the soup or something?"
Soup might not play a major role in the fashion industry (remember in The Devil Wears Prada, when Stanley Tucci fat-shames Anne Hathaway out of her corn chowder?), but the benefits of a sunglasses-on-back-of-neck moment are legion. Imagine a model strutting down the Marine Serre runway, captivating the crowd with her moon-print catsuit, spinning in a circle at the end of her strut to reveal a pair of Oakleys perched winningly on the back of her neck.
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Industry trends can be fickle, but I for one will not rest until I see one Timothée Hal Chalamet (that's his middle name) resting his aviators on the back of his neck on the press tour for CMBYN II. Let's protect our sweet, tender necks and reappropriate scary-masc culture for the rest of us, shall we?