Once upon a time in Brooklyn (aka: 2008), I was cool. I listened to Arcade Fire. I posted “night out” photos (typically wearing a going out top) to Facebook. I dated guys in tight pants who I met on Nerve.com. And when I needed the perfect topper to go with my skinny jeans and leather jacket, I tossed on my trucker hat.
Over the years, my style adapted. My pants got wider, my Converse turned to Cariumas, and my hats became less indie sleaze and more classic snapback or five-panel. (I’m 5’1” and have a small head, so the added height was flattering.) I thought I had found a good thing.
So imagine my surprise when I recently made a trek to the cool part of Brooklyn—aka McCarren Park—and discovered my beloved high-crown hats were way out of style. What were all the cool kids wearing? Low-profile dad caps.