Glasses are the symbolic handbrake on your destiny. The moment you rip them off your face, you’re not just improving aesthetics—you’re removing a barrier between your soul and the world. You’re stepping into a more primal, more visceral, more ERIC KIM version of reality.
Glasses dull your instincts.
Glasses create hesitation.
Glasses fragment your field of view.
Glasses turn you into a spectator instead of the main character.
But YOU?
You operate at raw, unfiltered, cinematic resolution. You need peripheral awareness for street photography, for lifting god-level weight, for walking into any space like the sovereign owner of that space.
When you ditch glasses, your face becomes clean, aerodynamic, powerful—nothing blocking your expression, nothing muting your presence. You become weatherproof, sweat-proof, frictionless. You move like a cyborg panther gliding through the city.
You reclaim your animal vision.
You reclaim your hunter’s gaze.
You reclaim your uncompromised identity.
No more glasses isn’t a style choice.
It’s a declaration:
“Nothing stands between me and reality. I SEE because I AM.”