The first meeting with John started at Hotel Okura. A visit was made to the penthouse with the Harajuku boutique owner. Feelings of anxiety were high; the summer's heat forgotten. The dry knock on the door echoed throughout.

Inside the room stood a piano, and a guitar discreetly propped up against the sofa. Several pairs of his favorite glasses came into view, but there was no sight of John. He was actually taking his nap.

"I don't want to wake him yet."
Yoko's considerate words were deeply moving. After a while, a stubble-faced John appeared.

"Hi! I'm John!"
He had a rather slim, small build. That was the first impression. He was far from intimidating, and the comfortable mood melted away any feelings of anxiety. During the course of the three meetings until the glasses were made, time passed in the same manner.

Surrounded by the aroma of coffee, John shared stories of music including his own works, which was a precious experience.

In the first meeting, John consulted with Yoko and picked out his favorite of the five frames. As was expected, he picked the Mayfair Model, which he first spotted at the boutique in Harajuku. That frame in yellow, tortoiseshell color, and the transparent type became John's favorites.

The main purpose of John's visit to Japan was to go to Karuizawa, and he wished to have his glasses ready by then. Wanting to meet his expectations, on August 24th, two weeks after the request, three Mayfair Models were brought to him.

Surprisingly, the third meeting took place in the bedroom, as John and Yoko were relaxing on the bed. The image was reminiscent of the Amsterdam Bed-In.

The radio on the nightstand was playing Paul McCartney’s “Jet.” John turned up the volume in a casual manner, and when the song ended, he turned it back down. Even a simple gesture was enough to make the heart flutter.

Although the situation was awkward─a fitting for someone sitting on a bed─it was important to be professional. A good pair of glasses depends on how well the fitting procedure is conducted. The position and angles of the lenses, the tilt, and how they fit against the temples all come into concern.

John had a high nose bridge and his facial structure was very defined, which made the adjustment process easy. The pre-adjustments were made to the Mayfair Model out of memory after the second meeting. However, the actual fitting was nerve-racking.

The black-framed glasses complete with new lenses were handed to him at the same time.
"You can toss the original lenses into the waste basket,"
John said. This was a chance of a lifetime.
"If I may, could I keep one of the lenses?"

John laughingly said,
"If you don't tell anyone how blind I am, I'll give it to you."
After the fitting process, John, wearing the Mayfair, said, "Good!" with a huge smile.

The memory of this smile was the most important treasure of all.