Hat Addiction, Trunkt
11.May.2005, 10:57 pmDaily strolling in stilettos, usually skirting pants in favor of dresses, and beginning everyday putting on my face, sometimes I long for when the New Look was new, to walk out without a persimmon pout was bold, and to leave the house with a bare head left you a bit naked.
And then my brain wrinkles, nose in the air at the idea of housewifing, being bound by girdles, and handling the world with kid gloves.
Still, I wouldn’t mind men tipping hats when we greet on the street — so long as I could occasionally wear the slacks, too.
Happily, Hat Addicition has rescued me — at least momentarily — from my Damsel-in-Postfeminism-Distress-dom, offering its wearable and artful solution of old-greets-new fashion. Designer Reiko Tomita’s Japanese heritage is shaken with Brooklyn-street style, and blended smoothly through her traditional millinery training.
Smartly whimsical, it doesn’t take Brain Surgery to figure out the intelligence behind the hat of that same name: a subtly Lucy Ball-looking cap is made of pink velveteen arranged to look like gray matter.
Cerebral cortex caps make you nervous? “I do a lot of custom-made hats,” says Reiko. “I love finding the right styles and size for each customer. I have customers from babies to 80-year-olds, men to drag queens. Many of my customers are ‘hat people’ who are very confident with their style, but I also have plenty of clients that aren’t so comfortable wearing hats. I love to find the right one for them.”
Sounds like a perfect fit.
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