I am drawn by the white straw hat. Its symbolism runs deep. When I see them, I wonder, if, by chance, you are sitting there behind the glass. It is less absurd than it sounds. I remember once you rounded the corner in a city of nearly four million people and bumped smack into me. So it is with us. And so it is with Panama Hats. It doesn't take long for me to realize this isn't you but as I pull the camera to my eye, I consider that there used to be a time when men wore hats, and suits, and watches and carried handkerchiefs. They are the men's accouterments that separate gentlemen from the pack and it never changes the fact that a well-turned out man continues to capture the imagination of a woman walking past.