Updated: Oct 11, 2019
I went many years without asking a crucial question about my obsession with hats.
I think I was afraid of the answer
I think I still am. It's such a visceral attraction— one that often has me going to great lengths to capture the 'man' in the hat— that I've jumped into on-coming traffic and put myself in harm's way to get the shot.
“I knew it was something deep inside me. I avoided thing about the why for so long, but I've come to terms with the answer.”
First, it's not a fashion statement and it's not about the hats themselves, it about the man under the fedora.
It's really about looking for the father I never had.
I'm searching for my dad and in a twisted way a man in a hat is the ideal 1950's stereotype of a father figure. I keep coming back to the streets, searching, searching searching...
Pictures and Text © Richard Koci Hernandez / USA