Attend an Orthodox shul on Shabbat and you’ll notice that married women cover their hair, donning hats, scarves, or sometimes just an elegant slip of lace. Hat variations are endless, and to yours truly, fascinating.
In Israel, you can usually pinpoint a woman’s hashkafah, religious perspective, by noting what type of head covering she favors. I’m not up on the endless variations, but I’d love to see one of my fellow bloggers from Israel publish a photo essay on this subject.
Sadly, I am up on Hollywood, er, hashkafah in regards to millinery. Yours truly has seen way too many movies and pored over way too many Hollywood bios, autobios, and dopey coffee table tomes. What can I say, I am helpless and powerless when faced with the silver screen. Perhaps I need a support group or maybe a stint in some glamorous rehab center where I scrub floors with fallen stars and become their bestest friend and confident.
Hollywood glamor photos often featured hats—a stunning variety—and here are a few of our favorites.
In the 20’s, hats were common for men and women.
Hollywood’s first tragic suicide, Olive Thomas, looks pensive
in a light-as-air bonnet.
Notice how silent star Pola Negri’s melting white hat
relates perfectly to her flowing gown.
Dorothy Sebastian models a wide-brimmed straw sun hat, but
the open crown gives it an unexpected kick.
Louise Brook’s cool magnetism and burning sensual
appeal are blunted by this modified cloche.
Garbo’s thin hair was never her best feature.
This architectural tube with a tail frames her
symmetrical features just perfectly.
Jean Harlow looks like she’s wearing an
oversize yarmulke. The hat squeezes her features
and highlights eyes which were too deep set and always
required very careful lighting.
Joan Crawford is wearing a big
question mark on her head that asks:
Why am I posing in this wretched hat?
Anita Page almost always looked better in hats,
very big hats. Here in a still from Our Modern Maidens,
Page’s entire outfit relates in texture, and line. Her lovely
face is framed as beautifully as a Vermeer portrait.
Speaking of going to rehab, here’s my good friend Marvin Silbermintz, former Jay Leno writer, covering Amy Winhouse’s Rehab: No, No, No—in Yiddish.
H/T Seraphic Chaver, Jake.
Karen and I wish all our friends and relatives a restful and meaningful Shabbat.