When I wear hats, it’s usually for one of a couple of reasons…
1. I’ve gone a few too many days without washing my hair. (#sexy)
2. I just left the gym or Soul Cycle and would prefer to not talk to anyone I know while looking like a sweaty mess. (How does this always happen in New York? I thought this was supposed to be a big city. It’s inevitable that you will run into everyone you know when you look your worst.)
3. My roots are halfway down to my ears and I can’t get in to my colorist for a few more days.
So, basically, hats are my way of covering up hair havoc. I believe this particular occasion was a case of Scenario #3.
Photos: Lydia Hudgens