Dr. Constantino Mendieta greeted me with ice-pick blue eyes; they did not so much pierce as impale. He had just returned to Miami, where he lives and works, from New York, where he’d undergone a small procedure. “I got my eye color changed,” he explains. Last Thursday, they were a deep brown that looked compassionate, almost dad-like, beneath his thick brows and smooth head. Post-op, he looked a bit like Mr. Clean as a plastic surgeon.
He showed me a video on his phone, which announced the search for his new eye color, voted on by his social-media audience. “Aqua Green?” “Ocean Blue” or “French Blue?” “Magical Grey” won out. The procedure, called keratopigmentation, involves a laser and some risk. “It takes a half-hour,” he says. “It took my wife longer to get her nails done!”
