Here is a person I wish I had seen.

I picked her out that night in a SUPREME flat brim (it was blue and bright), as we piled through the automated doors of the Opera House. She was the kind of person who wore every garment with a certain degree of irony, laughed big-bellied and round at the dinner table, and showed her thimble collection unashamedly to strangers, as readily as she did her oddly shaped areolas.