Before I went to NYC, we went out for dinner at our regular place. Sometime after the sugar rush of dessert, M grabbed my glasses and had Scott take a photo. She then promptly jumbled her hands in time elapse, and turned it into the desktop on my iPhone which, at that point, I'd owned for about 2 hours.
How the hell kids who've never touched an iPhone can adapt them to their will is beyond me. They're like demi-robots.
At any rate, she wanted to be sure that I wouldn't forget her, bless her little cyborg heart.
Ever since, she's been wearing her own 3D movie glasses (which look scarily similar) minus the lenses (which are crazy-making after all) like regular eye wear. In my day we didn't do this. In my day we avoided glasses. Ironically, this looks rather retro-chic on the child of 20/20 vision.
Since I can't figure out how to modify my iPhone desktop, this photo is destined to wink at me with its merciless cuteness evermore. Every time I look at it, I see a tween-beat poet, hanging at the Embassy, snapping her slender fingers cuz she really digs stream-of-consciousness free verse.
For a beatnik, though, she sure is wearing a lot of cashmere.
Update: Just got a photo from NC trip which proves the whole "3D glasses chic" concept: