Nicely flat

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Lots of them wore beige trench coats and those flat caps that made them look like boys who sold newspapers a hundred years ago. — 
A.J. Cattapan


 
Flat caps were used in England since 14th century,  and their use was even mandatory for a while. This item became really trendy in the 20's, specially among workers and news boys, and was recently popularized by hip-hop culture. 
 
This one tartan flat cap is form the traditional Obach Hat Shop in Barcelona (http://www.barretsobach.com/) and is one of my spring favourites.  
 
 
Las boinas planas pueden rastrearle hasta la Inglaterra del siglo 14th, país en el que su uso incluso fué obligatorio por un tiempo. En los anos 20's se volvieron populares sobre todo entre la clase trabajadora y los niños voceadores.
 
 
 
Esta boina hecha de tartan es de en la tradicional sombrerería Obach de Barcelona (http://www.barretsobach.com/) y una de mis piezas de primavera favorita.
Y efectivamente, me encanta el tema de los sombreros...
 
 
   
Tartan flat cap: Obach Barcelona / shirt: Foreign Exchange / Yellow oxford boots: Julio de Mucha / Leather satchel bag: Mexican handcraft / Trousers: Freeman Porter / Navy cardigan: Bershka
 

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