When I was in third grade, we dissected cow's eyeballs. Have you done that? The insides are inky, and you can hold the dried-out lens like a small stone. But outside of that elementary school science classroom, I've been noticing eye motifs everywhere. Those Turkish evil eye pendants in shop windows, eye mosaics in the Chambers Street Subway, winks leaping from shirt collars. Right now, there's a conversation happening behind me about a coworker's striking baby blues. The pattern is a little creepy—things gazing at you isn't necessarily settling—but also kind of funny, a little bold, just pretty enough. What are you looking at?