You got designer shades
just to hide your face
And you wear 'em around
Like you're cooler than me
— Mike Posner, "Cooler Than Me"
"Jubilee accidentally blows up the game with her mutant powers and, when the arcade manager freaks out and asks if she knows how much it costs, she responds with 'Yeah: a quarter,' lowers her shades like the love child of Horatio Caine and Bret “The Hitman” Hart, and runs out."
Then three men in natty cream-colored summer suits came to stand near me at the curb, and something about them struck me like a hammer. They were all wearing dark glasses. I had seen it thousands of times, but suddenly what I had considered an empty imitation of a Hollywood fad was flooded with personal significance.