We might have thought hats were dead. Sure, they show up at the beach, at ball games, on college boys’ heads. But for men and women in midlife? With jobs? Ha!
The milliner who laughs last, laughs best. How do I know? Well I don’t, really, but judging from the heads of San Franciscans, we can hypothesize that hats are back.
Why? I have a few ideas.
- Sunscreen is gross
- The ozone layer is degrading
- Don Draper looks fab
- Hipsters took the concept for a spin and it worked
Here in San Francisco, we’ve got a local company that does nothing but hats. Pop into Goorin Brothers, on Geary Street, and you enter a hat closet staffed by tall affable guys, happy to explain their wares.
So I bought one. Or two. In for a penny, in for a pound. My forehead is turning a distinct walnut-brown, and I don’t want a walnut-brown forehead, or the serious consequences thereof. Walking to work is great, but the sun does tend to shine down. And the resultant pink scalp is even worse than walnut forehead.
Worn with an 8-year old navy knit Armani blazer, Petit Bateau v-neck tee, 7 For All Mankind “Dojo” trouser jeans, brown/burgundy Beautifeel heels and a jade heart necklace.
A quick note on the jeans. They make me feel slender, which I enjoy. I don’t really care if that’s the actual effect, nobody around me is calibrating my exact slenderness in any given day. But the mental lift comes in handy. Especially around 3pm when naps call. I digress.
Goorin’s exhorts people, “Be Brave!” I confess, I feel self-conscious with that hat on my head. My culture believes above all that one should never appear to be Trying. One must swim underwater, never quite breaking the surface. I just tell myself, “You did this to avoid the sun, not to make a show.”
I also tell myself not to be silly. I like the way the hat looks, after all. Since writing this blog I’ve learned to wear, in order, purple shirts, pants that fit, and red-orange shoes. There’s a time for refining one’s style, and a time to evolve it. Often style experiments uncover assumptions no longer valid, ready for the rubbish bin – just like that jacket, you know, the one you bought when you still misunderstood your own needs.
Goorin Brothers has hat stores in many places these days, including on the internets. As usual, no recompense was received for this post, except, in this case, the gradual return of my forehead to its usual pink with yellow overtones.