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little while ago George Szirtes posted photos of his grandfather and of
himself in a hat and I was reminded of my father in this hat - not the
same one of course - the kind of hat that men used to wear all the time,
everywhere. When did this change? Why? I loved that hat, the look it
gave to men's faces, rakish, serious, a bit louche, melancholy.
My father, Sacha, seemed to have this hat on most of the time, either leaving or returning from a trip. Here he is at three stages: in his fifties in Florence, in his sixties in Switzerland, in his nineties in London.
My father, Sacha, seemed to have this hat on most of the time, either leaving or returning from a trip. Here he is at three stages: in his fifties in Florence, in his sixties in Switzerland, in his nineties in London.
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He was a style maven! I love the hat, too, and have one like it in my closet.
How about pulling it out of the closet and taking a selfie of you in it, Bruce?
I also have a similar, it's a Stetson Golden Century.
SFM, photo, photo!
My paternal grandfather wore a hat, and that's how I remember him. My maternal grandfather, who died long before I was born, was said to remark that a man who did not wear a hat did not have the head to wear it on.
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