I wear capes and carry sticks, young man in the window, my purposeful demeanour benefits from a certain direction in my stride, so when I slow down to tip the old hat at your sister in front of your shop, young man, my motivation should be as clear as your sibling rivalry and awkwardness are muddy; I have effortlessly brought this triangle into being; as much as you cringe behind your apprentice cobblers’ workbench, young man, word is now out, there is no stopping me, thank you very much. New York Hat Co Mad Hatter, SEK 1000.–
