Tuesday, July 31, 2007
As any avid tennis player, or racqonteur, with more than a smidge of taste can attest, shopping for tennis gear sometimes brings to mind a Soviet-era dearth of options. Picture a politburo of mean, narrow-minded designers locked away in the depths of Nike or Adidas hammering out edicts on the approved shades of white. Why, for instance, do all tennis sunglasses have to look like sci-fi costume fodder? Memo to Bolle and the gang: banish all of the following from your "inspiration" boards: UFOs, Pontiac Aztecs, Transformers, satellite dishes.