Porkpie in Black (it's a Hat Attack)

One thing I like about jazz, kid, is that I don't know what's going to happen next. Do you? — Bix Beiderbecke

I'll admit it. I don't like over-planning things, including my outfits. This number was slung together like a Thelonious Monk tunello, all nonchalant and confident.

I know it works, even without looking too long in the mirror. Thrifted black cotton maxi, thrifted hat, killer sunglasses, simple shoes. No time to worry about hair and make-up, I've got stuff to do. The silhouette is strong- long, lean and black- always a look that conveys a bit of an outsider.  I'm wearing a vintage straw porkpie hat, which makes me think cool-as-fuck jazz musician. Or Buster Keaton.

Aka the Great Stone Face. 
And still pretty cool. 
It was hot. I wore black. 
And my great porkpie hat.

Linking up to the marvelous Judith and her Style Crone posse for Hat Attack