If your nickname is so kick-ass as to be "Dirty Harry," you pretty much know you’re gonna look dope in sunglasses. Water is wet, the sun rises in the east, and young ladies with daddy issues are ceaselessly entertaining. If you only had shades like his, you too could ask weirdly rhetorical questions in clutch moments when you’re running around San Francisco trying to kill some lunatic. I mean, seriously, what does lucky even feel like?