Chunky. Chaotic. Chronically unbothered. These tortoiseshell rectangles are pierced like they’ve got a grudge to air out—silver studs, dangling chain, and a stare that’s one intergalactic insult away from starting a planetary beef. The thick frame brings “don’t test me” energy, grounded in glam but laced with venom. Built for slow blinks, sharp tongues, and calculated silence.