Easter’s coming. Hats. Says A-1 milliner Eric Javits:
“Into the ’60s coifs were bouffant. Train travel. Nobody went casual. Then came private transportation. Automobiles. Top down. Wind blowing. Less pretension. It was wash ’n’ wear heads. Blow-drys. Also with tints, lacquer, conditioning, teasing, not steady shampooing, ladies were losing hair.
“Once fashion’s last bastion, we’re seeing them coming back. Like soft fox and suede hats. You’re seeing self-trim fedoras. Berets, baseball caps, cloches, small newsboy shapes that shade from sun without a back brim colliding with the seat. Not fussy. Forget dressy, adorned and flowery. Busy hats don’t look modern. They draw attention away.
“And don’t get rid of hats. They’re heirlooms. Like jewelry. Keep them on a shelf in structured plastic storage containers. Upside down. The crown can take it more than the brim.
“Hats can be magical. Works of art. A wearer said: ‘I met my husband wearing one. It was his hook to approach me.’ Hats project confidence. They’re seductive. Create attention. Enhance. Add weight to your personality. They can even hide. And they’re good for bad hair days. Your face is a sculpture. In a hat, people should say you look great. If ‘not a hat person’ — narrow face, prominent nose — you haven’t tried the right shape. We masked that in the ’30s. There’s tricks. Hairdressers do it with bangs.
“And I do squishy ones. Double brims. The density has 50+ UV protection woven in. All the Kardashians own them.”
Getting the dish on dinos
Do not miss the Nat History Museum’s new production on Rhamphorhynchuses (Rhamphorhynchussi?) and its cousin the Thalassodromedus, whom we all know. We’re talking Pterosaurs. Like the Tropeognathus or 28-foot Quetzalcoatlus whose multicolored head’s canoe-size with wings wide as a fighter jet. They’re prehistoric Cretaceous period’s flying reptiles, dinosaur relatives from before that nasty meteor zapped them all. If anthropological paleontologistic wordage confuses and you don’t know whatthehell you’re seeing, hunt out Andrew E, a floor volunteer sporting a huge red badge that says “Fossil Explainer.” And lotsa luck.
Odds & ends
Tommy Hilfiger, opening a flagship shop in the restored Sarona quarter, arrived Tel Aviv yesterday. His first ever in Israel. Making men’s drawers really paid off since he’s bunked in the Dan Hotel’s Royal suite . . . THE Weisslers setting sail with a coming B’way musical on “The Titanic” . . . RUSSIAN buttinsky Vladimir Putinsky causing stoppages on several almost-signed Trump Tower deals . . . OPRAH’S by-products sell. When she was hot her magazine was hot. Now Hearst’s big-big seller is its Dr. Oz newie . . . TINA Brown marches on. Tonight’s her Women in the World — 6:30 event; 9 p.m. dinner — with Hillary, Lagarde, Streep, Pussy Riot. As she puts it: What’s not to like?
Buster moves
Buster Keaton. Stone-faced superfamous physical comedian from Charlie Chaplin’s silent cinema days. Early movies, probably even predating the pesky pterosaurs. His entire film library is owned by very today’s Charles Cohen, whose Cohen Media just released Catherine Deneuve’s new French movie “On My Way.” Watch for an onslaught and hoopla soon devoted to Buster Keaton.
Rolls Royce pulls up at 57th between 2nd and 3rd. Uniformed chauffeur got out, opened the rear door and another uniformed chauffeur clambered out. The car of some wealthy gent. Who? Who knows. His night guy was driving the day guy home.
Only in New York, kids, only in New York.