PUMMELLED PANAMA PAYOFF
My pummelled Panama still dropped into my Santa Luzia Summer stance stances. In a faint sepia hue with chocolate grosgrain band its from the Anderson&Sheppard Habba’ and is now also features fractured Toquilla straw, brim cracks, and crown gashes. Luckily the distressed-vibe works for my story/distressed-face
-Tautz widey pleat belt shorts x Sasquach Fabric kimono tops and loafers (for smart-ish shopping/foraging)
-Arket rib racer vest x pattern silk Dries Van Notten shorts & Alvaro sandals (for breakfast/brunch pavement shuffling)
-7cm Speedos x pattern cotton/linen longsleeve shirts for the hottest mid-afternoon beach action.
-when the sun goes down, I take the damn thing off.
My Lock San Diego Panama – smarter, more structured with shaped ‘teardrop’ crown, and its not yet flattened as has yet to leave London. With sand colour bound edge to its brim what matches the gross-grain band. And a little feather. This fella is for more sartorial/tailored looks, I’m reckoning, see shots of my boy Jude.
Best to know rules (especially if you’re breaking any). Been told Panama hats are strictly for sun protection- to keep the heat off you head and the sun out of your eyes. Means can’t be wearing them at night- or inside. Indoor hat protocol has gone array across the board in recent decades. Men have always been obliged by manners to take them off indoors. Only public spaces get a pass officially, technically that includes airports. However, wearing protective headgear after the sun has gone begins to look and feel increasingly wrong as the light fades. Have you noticed?
Been dawning on me. The ultimate Panama plan is to find that place to stay somewhere hot, low-key and lovely that you want go back to. Buy it somehow. Keep it. Take your Panama out in a hat box, in your luggage and leave it there for good. leave it there and not on your head on a bloody plane.
Stubbs out.