Meet The Mad Hatter

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Guardian stylist Priscilla Kwateng meets Justin Smith, the enfant terrible of a new wave of British milliners who are taking the catwalks by storm. I am not sure about hats for myself but I would definetely wear huge bows and big flowers on my head.

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