What's with all the mini-fedoras these days?

I am now torn between going for the classic Paul Revere tricorner or a simple straw boater for my trips into the village to inform and impress the locals. I think a ukelele would be a better look for me, versus a musket. Decisions, decisions.

All the cool kids are wearing balloon animals on their heads, you heard it here first.

Johnny, that’s a nice hat. What are your feelings on the Stetson Roadmaster? I’ve always thought that would be a good look for me, as I am neither short nor old enough to be mistaken for Senator Sam Rayburn.

When in doubt, always choose straw. It’s one of those rules in life that has yet to fail me.

Back in the 1960s a “stingy brim” hat was quite the thing. If you didn’t like stingy brims, you could buy a “snap brim” but I don’t have a clear memory of those. Back then there were shops that I suppose would be called hat boutiques today----hats were their main selling item.

I tried to wear whatever style hat Frank Sinatra favored; I even copied the way he tied his ties.

(I fixed your link in this quote. I think.) I like that hat. Very '40s. I have an image in mind of Clark Gable wearing a red plaid shirt, work trousers, and that hat. Maybe with a Taylorcraft on floats in the background.

That’s why I like them. I have the '66 MGB, and I was born in the Space Age. Hats like that make me think of a time when we were pushing the boundaries in aerospace, when any middle-class person could buy an airplane if he wanted to, people drove with their tops down, and spent days waterskiing or camping out with the Coleman gear.

Even DEVO promoted stingy brims. Now that’s pep!

Too bad I look terrible in a Ban-Lon shirt!

But you might be mistaken for Jim Leavelle, and nobody would want to stand too close to you.

Haberdasheries? (Although I think that the term originally applied to gloves and scarves, I think it mainly came to mean men’s hats.)

This is a couple of days late, but I have a photo of my grandfather driving a car with a flat cap on backward–in 1912. :cool:

As far as fedoras go, I started wearing my other grandfather’s hats around 1960 as a young teen, and was terribly disappointed when my hat size eventually outstripped his and I had to get my own. Nowadays I’ve got about 30 brimmed hats in fur felt, wool felt, and straw, and am sort of glad the 50s/60s stingy brim has come back. Ten years ago I couldn’t find a Ben Hogan/Sinatra-style snap brim to save my life. Now they’re a, er, snap. Same thing with Homburgs. I don’t need a champagne-colored one, but it is easier to find a gray or black one once the style became popular in the hip-hop world.

I like them, all things considered*, but don’t wear one myself (too old to be a hipster).

*…given the past trends of overly-curled baseball hat brims, popped collars, Converse Allstars, fauxhawks, and wallet zoot-suit-chains, the obnoxious level is much reduced.

Ha, funny you should say that - my parents also always used to identify “Sunday drivers” by the silhouette of a trilby. Get stuck behind one of them and you could guarantee you’d be pootling along at 20mph for a while.

Still, I think it’s a good thing that The Kids are at least wearing hats with a degree of elegance, rather than baseball caps and beanies.