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"Style can make complicated things seem simple, or simple things complicated."

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  • July 29, 2011 7:44 pm

    Ophelie Hats (and Headbands!)


    Today whilst shopping in Portland my mom Jo Ellen and my cousin Emma and I stumbled upon a little boutique called Motifs.  The store was full of fun things like gift cards, home accessories, funny books and cards, clothing and jewelry.  It reminded me so much of the boutique Art Effect where I worked in Chicago through college (and even carried some of the same brands.)  In the back of the store was a shelf showcasing the most extraordinary headwear from Ophelie Hats, which of course Emma and I had to try on.  They are quite reasonably priced for the quality of the work and the fashion forward designs.  It seems that since the royal wedding every fashionable gal has to have a funky dress hat, even in New York City where I saw plenty at the Veuve Cliquot Polo Classic in June.  Anyway, check out these fun designs!





    Below are the photos of the hats I saw this afternoon:



  • May 19, 2010 10:49 am

    The Death of the Hat


    The Death of the Hat, by Billy Collins

    Once every man wore a hat.

    In the ashen newsreels,
    the avenues of cities
    are broad rivers flowing with hats.

    The ballparks swelled
    with thousands of strawhats,
    brims and bands,
    rows of men smoking
    and cheering in shirtsleeves.

    Hats were the law.
    They went without saying.
    You noticed a man without a hat in a crowd.

    You bought them from Adams or Dobbs
    who branded your initials in gold
    on the inside band.

    Trolleys crisscrossed the city.
    Steamships sailed in and out of the harbor.
    Men with hats gathered on the docks.

    There was a person to block your hat
    and a hatcheck girl to mind it

    while you had a drink
    or ate a steak with peas and a baked potato.
    In your office stood a hat rack.

    The day war was declared
    everyone in the street was wearing a hat.
    And they were wearing hats

    when a ship loaded with men sank in the icy sea.

    My father wore one to work every day
    and returned home
    carrying the evening paper,
    the winter chill radiating from his overcoat.

    And now my father, after a life of work,
    wears a hat of earth,
    and on top of that,
    a lighter one of cloud and sky—a hat of wind.