"...A hat is to be stylish in, to glow under
to flirt beneath, to make all others seem jealous over...
... A piece of magic is a hat"
- Martha Sliter
Stepping into Goorin Brothers in Nashville is like going back in time to the days when men wore three piece suits with fob chains and smoked cigars in their offices. Although the crystal decanters, old books with cracked spines and a clackety typewriter are relics from days long gone, the hats are anything but outdated. Think old world charm with modern world funk, an interesting hat band here, an upturned brim there and eyecatching patterns and lining everywhere.
Lovely husband C. and I could have spent the entire day in there, trying on hats and taking photographs of eachother, ably helped by the wonderful Jay. But after an hour of browsing, we narrowed down our choices. I walked out with a fabulously stylish red sun hat that's screaming for a pair of (new) oversized sunglasses to go with it, and a white hat that makes me feel like a movie-star trying to go incognito. Every second person in Memphis stopped me to admire it and it was perfect for the streets of New Orleans this weekend... but more on that later.
We've managed to wander across Goorin Brothers in every city we've visited lately, and I was almost successful in making another purchase this weekend, until lovely husband C. realized he would have to carry it back to NYC by himself*, along with my other Goorin Brothers hat! Oh well, next time...
From Chicago, with love xox