man who wears a hat is different from other men. He is distinct.
He is a hatted man.
Note that the baseball cap does not count as a hat –
it is a cap, to be worn by boys. It is a style - but it has
no style. It has no worth, no elegance and certainly no place
on the head of a man.
I’m talking about real hats: the fedora; the flat top;
the homburg; the trilby; the pork pie; the bunnet and it’s
hip young grandson, the Kangol flat cap. In other words, serious
hats. Hats that make a man stand out.
I’ll add turbans to that list. Turbans look cool, but
you don’t see many Caucasians wearing them. That may
be a religion thing: for even the gods themselves seem to
favour particular headgear on their followers. The Jewish
guys enjoy the yarmulke, for instance, but for me the skull
cap is still only a cap. It lacks a brim and signifies an
even more rigorous conformity than the baseball cap. (I know
this conformity issue should be applied to the Hassidic too
– but, be fair, those guys have a good look).
The rest of us wear our hats religiously, but for no religious
purpose. They simply look good. We do, of course, have a value
system: one which lauds the conspicuous, hails diversity and
applauds the character of a man in a hat. Often, in the street,
we nod to each other as we pass, like motorcyclists.
So, the next time you see a fellow in a fine hat, a fellow
you have never met, give him a compliment. Doing so shows
that you have confidence and personality and are prepared
to stick your head above the parapets. Just like the man in