The Austin fashion police are very particular. You can enter the library in flip-flops, in fancy, shimmering socks and sandals, in teeny-tiny shorts, wearing blue-and-green anything, wearing Spock ears, wearing a T-shirt that still asks, "Who shot JR?", knee pads, fingerless gloves covered in pixie dust, a vest that comes halfway down your belly, lace … Continue reading NO HATS →