I look awful in hats, kind of like a pinhead, and was often called as much during my childhood. This could be why I moved to Southern California, so as not to be in a position to have to wear them. I was reminded of this last weekend, in a chilly San Francisco, when I borrowed a friend’s puffer jacket, and stuffed inside was a wool Giants cap. I put it on as a buffer against the wind, and my pal got a big laugh at my expense. On quite the other end, there’s sheer elegance, by the legendary fashion illustrator René Gruau.