This morning, I saw a gentleman of about 70, dressed to the nines. Perfect vintage Oxxford suit in mid-gray, white shirt starched so hard a thrown knife would bounce off of it. Of course, a maroon tie with very small pin dots of white. A pocket handkerchief of white. Folded square. And on top of all of this splendor:
A perfect gray fedora!!! I almost "fell out" as they say where I live. It was HOT outside too. What a man. I couldn't decide whether to hug him or buy him a drink. In the event, I did neither but I walked away smiling.
Then. My son, the Future Rock Star, and his mother were shopping for some new clothes and he arrived home sporting:
this very cool pinch crown! With no input from me, subliminal or otherwise.
Gentlemen, the wave is rolling. Will you be on the crest? The quality of companionship provided by our brothers in hats will be top drawer from what I can see.