While on vacation in Mexico last week I was hauled kicking and screaming by my companion into someplace I never thought I would go. No, not snorkeling in a cave with bats- that I expected. Not eating tacos beside a lake filled with crocodiles- I was ready for that, too. No, this was far more terrifying: the Oakley store! This, by a gentleman I trust, and whose fashion sense is pretty damn good. The truth was, they had quite a few pleasantly industrial backpacks. He chose the hardshell one, on the left above.
Then, to my horror, I realized something terrible- even I wanted something from Oakley. I might hate their sunglasses, but the cases look like something straight out of Fallout. I’m pretty sure I need one, as my current glasses case mostly resembles a bar of Irish Spring soap. What? It came with the glasses!
Follow one Gawth boy’s travels across the world (now, with a new backpack) at Cultural Imperialism on a Shoestring.