Glacial Errata, No. 59

These are five of the six caps that I own. (Special thanks to my phrenology head for modeling them.)

One

Now-closed Heron Couture, on Flatbush Avenue in Brooklyn, was home to some incredibly weird and wonderful clothing. This was a hat I very much needed to have.

Two

I’ve long believed that the now-defunct strip club in Portland, Oregon, Dancin’ Bare, had perhaps the best sign in the history of signs (warning, vaguely NSFW). My brother made this amazing hat for me, embroidering the design and stitching the panels.

Three

As I explained to my niece, who is a Chappell Roan fan, “I am not from the Midwest. And I am not a princess. What I am…is confusing.” Then I explained to her the concept of dazzle camouflage.

Four

iykyk.

Five

I had this hat custom made. Because I am like this.

Next week, something less frivolous, perhaps.