Dear Vice - Full Circle
I saw a busboy at Sparky's in Brooklyn wearing this hat. It made me think about a great rags-to-riches-back-to-rags Hollywood movie you could do about the hat. It would be kind of like Steve Martin's The Jerk. Here's the pitch…
It starts off the mesh hat is living a mundane but happy life on working class heroes like farmers and truckers. It absorbs sweat and blocks out the sun and at the end of the day it sits on a coat hook and listens to Dad regale the kids with stories of yesteryear.
Then, on a bright Autumn afternoon in Poughkeepsie, it's discovered by an urban youth who's into that kind of thing (this could be played by El P. As far as I can remember he was the first guy to really be into them).Within a few weeks the trucker hat is wrenched out of the working class and catapulted into a Bright Lights Big City world of cocaine, threesomes and weird, urban music that has petulant super models kvetching over beats and guitars. It's a star. A typical day starts at 3PM with a few rounds of shotgun diarrhea, a bleeding nose and a hair of the dog that bit it. The night is filled with celebrities and status and dirty things in the bathroom it can't remember the next day. Its family is forgotten because it's a star now. Besides, they wouldn't understand it anymore. It crossed over. This decadent lifestyle of fame and fortune (it fucks Peaches Geldof!) goes on and on until, inexplicably, the trucker hat gets hit with the ultimate kryptonite to success – the seemingly harmless, "Hipster." All of a sudden it isn't a blue-collar tough thing who moved to the city to fuck with people. It is a rich kid who felt guilty about its spoiled rotten past and was trying to appear poor.
No sooner than a year after its first foray into the New York City in-crowd it was persona non grata. Old friends like the army hat and the no-hat-at-all wouldn't even speak to it. It was their turn to shine and associating with mesh would only jeopardize their newfound fame. On the thankless road to fame and fortune the trucker hat was tossed out the car to lay by the side of the road forever.
It sits there, dusty and forgotten for months until one day, out of the blue, a Central American busboy picks it up, brushes it off and puts it on his head. "What a practical way to reflect the sun and still let your head breathe" he thinks to himself, "Mesh rules." That's the last scene, the "day worker" guy walking off into the sunset with a mesh hat on his head excited to introduce this great new hat to his blue collar buddies. The End.
What do you think?
Carlos Vasquez
New York, NY
I saw a busboy at Sparky's in Brooklyn wearing this hat. It made me think about a great rags-to-riches-back-to-rags Hollywood movie you could do about the hat. It would be kind of like Steve Martin's The Jerk. Here's the pitch…
It starts off the mesh hat is living a mundane but happy life on working class heroes like farmers and truckers. It absorbs sweat and blocks out the sun and at the end of the day it sits on a coat hook and listens to Dad regale the kids with stories of yesteryear.
Then, on a bright Autumn afternoon in Poughkeepsie, it's discovered by an urban youth who's into that kind of thing (this could be played by El P. As far as I can remember he was the first guy to really be into them).Within a few weeks the trucker hat is wrenched out of the working class and catapulted into a Bright Lights Big City world of cocaine, threesomes and weird, urban music that has petulant super models kvetching over beats and guitars. It's a star. A typical day starts at 3PM with a few rounds of shotgun diarrhea, a bleeding nose and a hair of the dog that bit it. The night is filled with celebrities and status and dirty things in the bathroom it can't remember the next day. Its family is forgotten because it's a star now. Besides, they wouldn't understand it anymore. It crossed over. This decadent lifestyle of fame and fortune (it fucks Peaches Geldof!) goes on and on until, inexplicably, the trucker hat gets hit with the ultimate kryptonite to success – the seemingly harmless, "Hipster." All of a sudden it isn't a blue-collar tough thing who moved to the city to fuck with people. It is a rich kid who felt guilty about its spoiled rotten past and was trying to appear poor.
No sooner than a year after its first foray into the New York City in-crowd it was persona non grata. Old friends like the army hat and the no-hat-at-all wouldn't even speak to it. It was their turn to shine and associating with mesh would only jeopardize their newfound fame. On the thankless road to fame and fortune the trucker hat was tossed out the car to lay by the side of the road forever.
It sits there, dusty and forgotten for months until one day, out of the blue, a Central American busboy picks it up, brushes it off and puts it on his head. "What a practical way to reflect the sun and still let your head breathe" he thinks to himself, "Mesh rules." That's the last scene, the "day worker" guy walking off into the sunset with a mesh hat on his head excited to introduce this great new hat to his blue collar buddies. The End.
What do you think?
Carlos Vasquez
New York, NY