Why It Should've Been a Cowboy Hat Every Time
I was standing in the middle of a crowded party the other night, looking at my reflection in a window, and the only thing I could think was that my beanie should've been a cowboy hat. There's just something about that specific silhouette that changes the entire energy of a room. I was wearing a perfectly fine outfit—boots, jeans, a decent jacket—but it felt unfinished. It felt like I was playing it safe, and safe is rarely as fun as walking in with a four-inch brim and a crown that demands a little respect. ...