What craziness does Stephen Jones get up to when hes not making a hat?
I’m traveling and seeing friends. I travel a lot to America, in particular to L.A., where I have a lot of expat British friends. Often it’s tied to my research for the next collection. For summer ’07, I toiled the entire collection myself in the middle of nowhere in Utah, in a little log cabin that belongs to Henry and Anna Pincus. I wanted to get away from everything. So my hats are a reflection of wherever I am. So my hobby is traveling, but do I paraglide? No. Eek, you don’t?! I know gay paragliders are really hot, but I’ve never tried it. And I draw. I fill notebooks with sketches of people, objects, a cartoon, my lunch, a tree outside—not always hats. I do them very fast. I tend to think if they’ve taken me more than a minute, then I’ve failed. I’m quite good at it when I’m drunk, too. That always adds an interesting twist. But don’t try writing when you’re drunk. It doesn’t work. I can imagine. Like you think it’s fabulous and the very meaning of life, then you look at it the nex
