Since the tragic death of Isabella Blow, I’ve had hats on the mind. Not millinery, per se, but hats. Plastic has been invading my brain since the spring shows last year. Miuccia Prada is a permanent resident somewhere next to Diet Coke and Scott Feschuk. Combining these three things explains my recent purchase of this beige, plastic bucket hat for a steal of $12.99. Perhaps the male equivalent of this season’s Prada turban, I’m not decided as whether it’s fashion victim territory. It may be, but my scalp is willing to take ruthless quips when under the Roman sun this summer.


