The Blue Nile named a wonderfully melancholic album after them, Frank Sinatra was never seen without one, Tommy Copper wore a particularly fine example, and after decades in the fashion wilderness, it seems that hats are slowly making something of a minor comeback, even if some people look like prize cocks in them.
Here’s a stall stuffed full of ’em at Seven Dials, Covent Garden, London WC2.
where is it exactly?
By Seven Dials, just off Charing Cross Road.
thank you! are they there every day as i went around that area yesterday and couldn’t see