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The late, and wonderful hat champion Isabella Blow in 2006.
I adore hats. I cannot walk by a hat — in a department store, a street fair, a friend's closet — without trying it on. I love tiny little cocktail hats with a demure little blusher veil, wide brim silk confections stacked with faux flowers, fetching fedoras , leopard-skin pillbox hats (of course), Philip Treacy's Dali-esque creations, Stephen Jones' careful artworks, and the funky designs of Eugenia Kim. If I could still wear a corset and white cotton gloves I would slide them on in a second — but failing those old-fashioned accessories, a hat is the statement for me. It's the cherry on the top of your outfit; and most of all, it's the little piece of magic that allows you to become someone else. "I am a woman of mystery," purrs a fedora tipped over your highly smoky eye. "I am a lady," coos the lacy slice of heaven pinned to your curls. "I am an artist," intones... well, anything the late, great, Isabella Blow ever wore. Today, just in time for Easter, Los Angeles Times columnist, and hat devotee Patt Morrison will tell you how to unlock your inner Hedda Hopper. And if you want a how-to video on topping off your outfit hosted by Ms. Morrison herself, go to this link.