Omaggio Al Cappello / Tribute To The Hat, Borsalino 1857 - 1957, Alessandria (Italian Edition)
Posted 05 October 2016 - 02:09 PM
THESE WERE WE HUNDRED YEARS AGO
We gathered in the factory yard to look at the photographer. The factory is still; There is now much larger. There were those in this photograph for the first time in the world in 1857 they sewed inside a hat brand Borsalino.
You see the name on the disc hung by the photographer near the gutter? It is always the same name for a hundred years.
They said in our time that the hatters were crazy people: work yes, but also always around and maybe to drink Saturday, Sunday and Monday. Ours is a work of hands, all right, but also fantasy.
He taught us how to make a hat; we have learned to date; to our children and to others,
In the midst of our women who make half a century of our work (the famous Borsalino in Alessandria), one with a beard that morning took off his hat to get a better look at the photographer.
This book is a tribute to the hat and the hat maker; but mostly it is dedicated, of course, the man who taught us a hundred years ago what is a hat: the man
his name was Giuseppe Borsalino.
Posted 05 October 2016 - 02:22 PM
The story of the hat is uncertain. But the hat has a legend. The legend says that the hat began as a useful object and then becomes an ornament, more and more fantastic. When it appears to become just fantasy, back to the essentials, and start again. It 's always been that way. At the beginning of all there are always, according to legend, the Chinese. Maybe it really was from the East that cone of mixed hair with horse urine, which for centuries was the way in which the most obscure people, around the Mediterranean, covered his head. The wealthy and rich Romans Greeks did not contented. They tried everything: experienced the kausia, the cecrifalo, the Cucullo, the headset, the petasus, the pileus, the tutulo. In the end it was only the cone unnamed. Modern man, according to the legend, began in the Middle Ages: in principle, the gentlemen wore the cap, and any people, however, was put on the head with the sun and the rain, a hat made of hair that clung indissolubly together like men who bore and which, from generation to generation, they too s'infeltrivano around the castles forming the village, the compact fabric of a new society. Legend insists that hat became beautiful, because the lords began again only useful as it was, to have specific ideas, in terms of beauty, and wanted hats that were in line with the rediscovery of the world through man. It was almost a badge, and there was those who kept the hood. They wanted wars and invasions for dropping those caps: with the soldiers is exaggerated, of course, and imagination no longer had brakes. The dark hat, hat and became prince of fashion, had pens and colors, glory and imagination. On the wig, he widened; then he got up on three sides; a luxury triumph domain. But it did not last, as the legend teaches: the revolution that abolished the wigs he also dropped the prince hat. So began our hat. It was not the Phrygian cap that painters, ill-informed, they put in the allegorical paintings, in the years when the little corporal demanded his brief fashion. What then was born the modern hat, useful and great together, and his direct ancestors were the hat bushel (1796), the cylinder (x8o5), the opera hat (18x2.). Handed down even dates, a sign that began the century of reason and enlightenment. The nineteenth found his hat c never left him. But the legend goes, c confirms the story, since then not much has changed.
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