Eldras

She doesn’t live in Saint-Tropez. She escapes to it. Disguised in LÈBENs, her hair wet from the sea, ordering a bottle of G.H. Mumm et Cie — her personal favorite. She never orders food. But she tips too much and speaks too little. One bar-back swears she communicates through nods. Eldra isn’t her real name. It’s the name they gave her when she stopped being a person and became a performance. The glasses stay on. Even at night. Especially when she’s alone. This pair is for her — and for anyone who’s ever pretended not to notice they’re being watched.

Polarized Black lens

Italian Hand-formed Acetate