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Wedding Hat

It was beautiful, to be sure, it just wasn’t what I imagined. I felt like my hat was crying.

This essay is part of Fashion in Isolation, a special issue on the intimate, contradictory, and ultimately inescapable relationship we have to what we wear.

When I got married I wanted to wear a dress, but nothing frilly, no veil, no train. I was inspired by a friend

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