Let me tell you about a magician named Morgan, an optician at Studio Optix.
When I lived in the city, I went there for my eye exams (conducted by Dr. Cassel) and it was there I found the pair of glasses I was sure I would wear for the rest of my life.
They were Bevel Brilliant titanium frames in a rich espresso color. They were stylish as hell, light as air, and slipped on like butter thanks to the oversize temple tips.
A year after finding these specs, I moved to Montreal, and six months after that a young woman I liked broke up with me. I took off the glasses as she told me it was over...
And her puppy, a Bernese mountain dog who weighed a hair under 120 pounds, totally oblivious to the human drama unfolding, ran over and began chewing on this new plaything that appeared on the arm of the sofa.
Saying that was a bad day is an understatement. Titanium's strong, but the big dog made short work of both the frames and lenses. And I think it may have swallowed one of the nose pads.
I loved those glasses. Even in their mangled state, I couldn't bear to throw them out until I'd found an exact replacement. And of course fashions had shifted and Bevel had discontinued the model. No luck finding old stock at the local optometrists or online. Still, I held onto them.
Skip ahead to a few weeks ago.
I'm down in the city to see some friends, and I decide to quickly stop at Studio Optix to look for something similar. It's a Friday afternoon, and I don't have an appointment. I've brought the frames with me for comparison, and they are even more disgusting than I remember. Lenses scratched and caked in dog saliva, arms bent outward, hinges at wrong angles, a missing nose pad.
Morgan sits down at his desk and recognizes me, even though it has been six years since my last visit. I explain what I'm looking for, and he searches through their cabinets for the closest thing to my old frames. And he finds a pair. They're not exact, but they're approximate. I don't have time for a check-up or to get the lenses, so he copies down the model info onto a card for me for the next time I'm in town.
Then he looks at my original frames and says, "I'll be right back with these."
He takes them into their back room and returns twenty minutes later with...
My heart stops.
They were bent. Broken. Scratched. Missing a nose pad.
The glasses that fit my face are whole again.
I mean, I know how he did it. He's a professional. He's probably done this a thousand times before. He has pliers with nylon tips for reshaping metal. There's probably an entire case of tiny screws. But looking at the results I'm still not entirely convinced he's not a hybrid surgeon/sorcerer who, for some reason, works with glasses.
"Before you go, let me get you a new case." And he does.
Morgan is a magician. And a damn fine optician. I cannot speak highly enough about him, or the service I continue to receive at Studio Optix, even after all these years.
Morgan, thank you. read more