Upon the fretful porpentine

This is from a recent catwalk show staged last week at a school hall in an East London back street by a fashion designer called Giles Deacon.

It is inappropriate, perhaps, to include it in my widely-acclaimed series of posts under the title Hats of Significance, for it represents a conscious (and successful) effort to be silly, and usually I choose only creations which are unintentionally comic.

It was just the glazed, trancelike expression on the model’s face which intrigued me, although, come to think of it, models always look like that and, with the sort of thing they have to wear in public, who can blame the little dears?