When Hedi Slimane showed for Saint Laurent (look, I understand the fundamental value in re-branding but Saint Laurent just doesn’t seem to roll off the tongue with the same French panache it’s predeceasing Yves did,) last month, there were plenty of things that important people expected from the Dior Homme vet and those expectations were more or less appeased. There was a lot of black, a lot of white, serious suiting, Western influence and an uncanny hint of androgyny percolating through most of the collection.
I for one, was drawn toward the hats and if I didn’t know how quickly crickets would ensue, I’d make a terrible joke about all hats being…heady, not just Hedi, in conjunction with the post title. I know better than that though, so let’s talk nipples. Mine are pink.
Kidding, guys. I’m totally kidding. Not about the coloration but nipples is not where this is going. That was a test to gauge your attention to detail and I think you passed though I can’t be sure. What you actually see here is likely a very familiar hat. Large, wildly Instagram active, reminiscent of the Slimane versions above. I had it made over the summer at a hat factory that Gigi Burris introduced to me. Somehow, my head craved a fedora crown and very wide brim even before the plague of Fashion Weeks and subsequent victim behavior could skew my 20/20 (15/10) vision.
Meanwhile, below my profile, some clothes that include a Zimmermann blazer (great for formal affairs, trust me,) NSF tee (I forced my perman-friend to buy this and then never let him wear it,) MiH jeans (I want to believe that the future of denim rests in a cropped flare leg,) and Stella McCartney heels (they’re cheaper on far-fetch is all I’m saying.)
Moral of the story? Wear a big hat because why not.
Photos by Naomi Shon.