Anyone who knows me, will know how much I love a good hat.
Yet in the last year, I have eschewed my favourite headpieces in favour of (semi) free flowing locks. Weirdly enough, yesterday I had a sudden urge to wear a hat; so out came the knitted black bobble hat with matching scarf that I’d begged my mum for Christmas; (yes I did feel about 5 years old, but the heart wants what the heart wants.)
Anyway, as always, I digress.
In a season of leopard print and baggy pants, there is something to be said for an occasional return to refinement. The menswear shows may have disappointed many (personally, Virgil Abloh’s Michael Jackson tribute, was enough to carry the season); and the notable increase in fashion friends sacking off LFW, signal our collective ‘fashun’ fatigue; but it’s difficult to be fatigued by the fantasy of Couture.
As I flicked through this season’s shows, the overwhelming connecter has been headwear.
Not since early Hedi Slimane at YSL, have I seen headwear so triumphantly return to the catwalk.
Perhaps it’s a nostalgic aching for frivolity and unabashed glamour; the reopening of Annabel’s; or simply that fashion’s new masters, are returning to the days of true haute – when hats and gloves were an integral part of every woman’s wardrobes. Whatever the reason, this season, hats have ruled the runways:
Karl Lagerfeld swapped-out tiaras for synchronised swimming caps, in a new take on Bridal; Maria Grazia Chiuri topped off her ringmistresses with veil-fronted bonnets; and Giambattista Valli gave the Moroccan Fez hat a quirky makeover, matched and mismatched with mille fueille gowns.
Later at Balmain, sculptural hats in all white brought an air of modern insouciance to the trend.
However, the pièce de résistance that truly sparked my imagination, were Armani Privé’s beaded caps; wholly 20s inspired and completely fabulous; and what I will be wearing to all parties from now on.