Ever heard of the English expression “as mad as a hatter”?
Actually, there’s nothing funny about it.
In 18th and 19th century England mercury was used in the production of felt, popular in the manufacturing of hats common of the time. Factory workers exposed to mercury fumes given off during the hat making process, often suffered the so-called “mad hatters disease”, which caused dementia, confused speech and distorted vision inflicted by mercury poisoning. Thus originated the phrase “mad as a hatter” as a popular means to refer to someone perceived as insane.
Fortunately, nowadays there’s nothing “mad” about “hatters” anymore.
Well, probably just that one tiny thing…
Ever chanced upon The Bates Gentleman’s Hatter boutique during your Rue Rivoli walk in Paris?
A window shop with an astounding variety of headwear awaits, making the marriage between “a head” and “a hat” all the more realistic.
You can find your “funny Valentine” among:
Silk Toni, DeerStalker, Sinatra, Poet, The Indi, Baker Boy, Peach Bloom Fedora, The Pioneer, Weekender, Regent, The Burlington, Grafton, Pork Pie, The Rancher, The Townsend, Boater, The Forester…
In case you were wondering, those were all hat names.
You risk to get lost in the picture dictionary of all things “hat” displayed on this London-like vitrine.
But one thing is for sure.
That certainly is a sight to see!
Go raise your hat to them at 252, Rue De Rivoli, Paris