There’s a boyish charm inherent in the baseball cap, and I think the world had just healed from the stigma of the trucker hat that now is the prime moment to bring back the baseball cap. Unadorned, in black, and worn forwards, the boyish hat gets a whiff of formality, and in the flatbill version, especially, a whisper of equestrian fetish. Here are its manifestations at New York Fashion Week:
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There’s one sitting unworn in my closet right now; so compelled was I by the ubiquity of said hat at the runways that I rushed to Lids in Astor Place and got myself a flatbill cap. And unworn it will remain until I fish out of thin air both the bone structure and swagger to convincingly pull it off.
photographs by Hudson Shively