Every few years, I like to buy a new hat. Not a baseball cap or anything so prosaic as that, though I do enjoy wearing a cap every once in a while. What I mean is something stylish, something one might consider daring—a hat to make life more interesting.
Call me a dandy, if you’d like. Baudelaire might have.
With a covered head the requirement of those working behind the counters of coffeeshops, there’s one question that begs to be asked: what’s the headgear that defines your inner barista?
There are options: the trilby, the baseball cap, the cloche, the kepi, the newsboy, the porkpie, the pageboy, the bowler, the beret, the Stetson, the Read More
On May 7, 2007 Isabella Blow, one of the great style icons of recent decades, took her own life. And while “Issie’s” famously eye-popping hats themselves were purchased by Daphne Guinness and are presumably being well cared for, they’ve rarely been seen since.
With two new biographies set to arrive in stores on Read More
So every year I promise myself I’m never going back to this totally intimidating but really-for-a-good-cause luncheon of women with endless resources to spend on hats. And each year, like a drug addict drawn to a fix, I’m back gawking at the crowd of ladies who don’t know from the word recession, or the fact Read More