Tonight I am attending the members' preview for the Whitney Biennial, an event for which it is impossible to be ill-dressed, since the attendees range from museum patrons to working artists, to Williamsburg and Bushwick hipsters (with or without trust funds). The art is usually execrable, but the people-watching is superb - creatures whom seem only to come to life within the walls of a museum when there is promise of free booze and a bohemian ambiance.
My attire for this evening is somewhat defensive - the flat cap (versus a proper hat) allows me to eschew the endless line at the coat check, and to either wear or carry my overcoat.
In a room full of hipsters, the most revolutionary thing to be is a bourgeois, hence today's attire.
Very powerfully attired may I say.