I really need some sunglasses for my personal S/S 15 looks. I can't wait for Fashion Week because I'm gonna get contacts and, like, a slight change in wardrobe and everyone will realize how handsome I am just like that surly, artsy outcast chick in She's All That. You guys remember that movie? If you're too young, go Netflix that shit. I feel like everyone my age learned the word "copacetic" from Freddie Prinze Jr. Shouts to learning SAT words from '90s teen romantic comedies. I'm imagining my triumphant return to New York with everyone being like, "Whoa, who is this handsome dude?" Then I take off my cool new The Hill-Side sunglasses in black or tortoiseshell and they'll all, "WHAT? THAT'S JON MOY? WHOA, I'M TOTALLY GOING TO PROM WITH HIM NOW."