I Thought ‘Menswear’ Was for Other Men. Then I Touched the Perfect Hat.

I am not a fashionable man. I spend my life walking around in an exoskeleton made of baseball hats and old flannels. Occasionally, deep inside my dumpy cocoon, I hear muffled rumors about other ways to live — that there is, for instance, a whole elaborate universe revolving around what aficionados c...

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