It was pouring rain the afternoon I decided its antidote would be a bowl of mushroom barley soup at Veselka down on Second avenue in the East Village. Splashing along 7th Street, I was arrested by the colours in the window of this shop, and its interior coziness. So, I went inside, then realized that I had been there before, years ago, seeking a black cashmere wool fitted baseball hat.
The color was there, the coziness was there, but not the cap. Instead, there is now a range of beautiful fedoras, cloches, turbans, toppers, sisals, raffias, toyos and porkpies. I didn’t see any toques.
The shop offers classes in which you can make your own hat; seeming eager to please and accommodate its customers and students, one class begins at 2am and ends at 5am!
Of all possible souvenirs or mementos of a trip to New York, none seems more special than a unique, hand-made hat or piece of lifelong lasting jewelry, available nowhere else in the world. For jewelry, read about Icon Style.