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Friday, January 8, 2010

Hat's Off to Hats

On a little back street next to the 405, behind a two story high green wrought iron gate, hides an old fashioned factory store where hats are created.  Cascading through a rainbow of colors for autumn: rust, green, blue, purple, brown, grey and black, on walls and racks and tables, if you don't see a hat you like they will custom make one specifically for you.  Also offered are hand embroidered scarves, flower pins, jabats, feathered headbands, reworked vintage sweaters and cashmere scarves.  Behind the front desk is a hold tree where they'll keep a hat awaiting your final decision.  For the last twenty years Louise Green Millinery Company has supplied Los Angeles with vintage romance in the form of hats.

Hats provide warmth and protection from the elements but they are so much more. In a bygone era hats were tipped to say good-bye and taken off entirely when greeting a lady to show respect or flirt, when passing in the street, if the lady you are speaking to is a stranger or if you saw your wife. Tipping your hat to a man could be an insult in the wild, wild west. Ladies kept their hats on indoors unless wearing an evening gown and removed daytime hats at night. Men removed their hats indoors unless it was a public building. In a house of prayer sometimes head coverings were donned to show humility and sometimes hats were doffed to show respect. Hats worn to the theatre or the movies were removed if they obstructed someone’s view. Men put decoration on the left hand side of the head band and women put decoration on the right side. Etiquette, good manners and respect all tied up in scraps of fur, felt, feathers, leather and lace.

If you threw your hat in the ring you were saying you wanted to get involved. If you reacted at the drop of a hat you were impulsive. To make something magically appear you pulled it out of your hat. You could throw your hat in the air to celebrate and show happiness. Passing the hat meant you were collecting money, if you came to someone hat in hand you needed a favor. Secrets were kept under one’s hat and anything boring was old hat. Different hats signified different jobs. Home, no matter how humble was where you hung your hat. Today although the sayings remain very few of the hats do.

Women had garden hats, church hats and hats for special events that inspired conversation. Cloches, bonnets, bandeaus, berets, and toques were worn with pride. Men had bowlers, fedoras, top hats, panama hats, pith helmets and trilbies to cover the inevitable signs of aging. Little boys and girls tried on their parent’s hats and shoes to feel grown up. Different nations had different hats identified with them.  The fez, the chapeau, the tam o’shanter, the homburg, the turban, the sombrero and the Greek sailor’s cap were a few of these. Sadly enough today, public consciousness sees terror wearing a turban and controversy wearing a veil.

Hats signify jobs for firemen, cowboys, construction workers, baseball players, football players, pirates, police men, sailors, palace guards and Santa to name just a few. We use hats to tell the world which teams we root for and that we’ve graduated from school. But, sadly enough, except for baseball caps, hats are seldom seen on a regular basis in today’s world.

If clothes make the man than hats make a statement. Who could picture Abraham Lincoln without his top hat? It now resides in the Smithsonian. Fred Astaire’s top hat was flaunted with style and grace.  Frank Sinatra always said “Cock your hat – angles are attitudes.” John Wayne’s Stetson was auctioned off for $75,000 in 2007. Jackie O made the pill box hat famous and Princess Di loved hats of every kind. Villains wore black hats and heroes wore white, shades of gray were few and far between. John Wayne would never have worn a pink cowboy hat but on Dolly Parton it works.

The best character actors use hats to change how they are perceivedCharlie Chaplin once said “I thought I would dress in baggy pants, big shoes, a cane and a derby hat, everything a contradiction: the pants baggy, the coat tight, the hat small and the shoes large.” All the famous detectives had hats to suit their styles, John Steed’s bowler, Sherlock Holmes’ deerstalker, Philip Marlowe’s crumpled fedora, Sam Spade’s crisp one. Adventure heroes have theirs as well. Who could forget Davy Crocket’s coon skin cap, Indiana Jones custom fedora, and Crocodile Dundee’s trimmed with crocodile teeth and skin.

The world would be a much less interesting place without hats. Those who don’t wear them are missing out. I don’t believe in romanticizing the past as history, however, bringing forward and reinterpreting, refining, reintroducing old styles, timeless fashions, art and music only enriches the foundations of the present.

Friday, August 28, 2009

The Last Knight of Camelot

It is the end of an era, there is an immense sense of sorrow, an emptiness, a void where once there were men and woman who were made bigger than life through their dreams and ambitions not just for themselves but for the world. The icons of our times, the princes and princesses we created, have fallen one by one.

The style and grace of Jackie, Princess Grace and Princess Diana will always be remembered. Jackie’s knight was vanquished but his dream was not. Princess Grace lived the fairy tale until the end and Princess Diana found her prince had turned into a frog.

The Princes of Camelot, although bigger than life in our memories, have once again been vanquished by human frailty. The eulogy for Bobby Kennedy as given by Teddy personifies perhaps more than anything else why these men, these American sons, these Princes of Camelot, inspired love and respect and why they were worth loving, worth respecting. Those who publicly aspire to change hearts and minds, those who forge ahead against the odds and who not only demand a better world but who personally strive to create one in which dreams become reality alter not only themselves but the course of history.

The world is a poorer place without the dreamers. It is important to have ideals, to make moral choices, to strive for a better world for our children. It is important to have leaders with the courage, strength and resolve to make dreams into reality. Leaders, who, despite setbacks, roadblocks and personal stumbling keep on. Who, despite detractors, threats and those whose only interest is in tearing things down, seek to build things up.

The worth of a human being is not measured solely in their accomplishments but even more so in if and how they pick them self up after their failures. It is in where they chose to go from there. Every one of us caries scars, some on the outside and some within. Scars can harden and turn to bitterness or bring strength and resolve to do better.

Unlike John, Bobby and Martin Luther King Jr., Teddy Kennedy lived to see the dream come to pass. Camelot may have receded into the mists of history but the torch has been passed and it’s up to us to see that it continues to shine brightly, lighting the way for those who come after. If history does nothing more than inspire youth to do better it serves a purpose and it serves it well. Like the Camelot of old filed with daring deeds and dragons, marred by human failings, glorified by imposable quests, the Camelot of the Kennedy era has become more than it was and less depending on the aspect stressed but both Camelots remain, at least in our hearts and minds something to strive for, to emulate and to inspire.

Like a video game in which the players have jumped steps to advance as far and as fast as possible to achieve their goal, once reached it is time to go back and consolidate the win, to solidify the base on which it was constructed into a concrete foundation so strong, so imperviable that the win is real, the goal is actualized not just for us but for those who come after. The original dreamers may have died but their dream has not and will not. The dream lives on, multiplied exponentially, inadvertently or intentionally by us through our children and their children and their children’s children. Fairytales and myths serve a purpose, changing those who grew up with them and their world forever.

The last Knight of Camelot has left the building. Rest in peace Teddy.