This blue baseball cap is sitting on the bubble wrap and cedar hat stand I made for my drawing set up. I bought this hat in Florence in September 2005, the sun was fierce. I had neglected to bring my Panama with me and did not want to buy another. It cost six Euros from a street vendor, much less then my brother's travelling Borsalino Fedora which he also bought in Florence that September.
This hat I found in the Ottawa Market 15 or so years ago. Handwoven by the Amish and smelling slightly mouldy from years in a barn they were selling for ten dollars each. I bought it to replace a similar one with a higher crown. They are stiff and the brim very flat, with a striped T-shirt you look like a gondolier.
I always wanted one of these olive green army caps, I like their flat top and rigid curved bill, there is something more distinctive about them then a baseball cap and yet unfortunately they represent the collective stupidity of war because it is the cannon fodder that wears them. That being said I bought it at a cap wholesalers in New York City in Greenwich Village for five dollars, I could of had it for less if I had bought a case.
Originally worn into the Yukon at the turn of the 20th century it was given to a grand daughter in Vancouver who lost it to her lover in a backgammon game, he brought it east where it was stolen from his apartment and years later ended up in Bernice's second hand clothing store where I purchased it in the late seventies.
I got this hat from a garage sale up the street. I could see from the side walk that it was my size. A small brown - green fedora with a woven brown band, well worn it felt perfect for two dollars. It is now unwearable its inner leather band so disintegrated it was leaving black leather spots on my forehead. I removed the headband and await a time when I can have it replaced.
