Slouch hats annoy me. So does any article of clothing that invokes forest-dwelling cookie makers. I thought fashion was taking a better direction this last year because everyone started dressing sartorially and streamlined like they were characters from Mad Men. And while that may not be an original thing to do in the slightest, dressing like Pete Campbell or Joan Holloway at least means you’re going to look proportionate, well-tailored, and damn good. So I had my hopes up for a minute there, until Slouch lurked along with its leg-stumpifying flat-heeled slouch boots, and shit all over the country’s fashion sense. Now slouching is all the gotdamn kids care about these days.
