Starr Owen's Fedora is an elegiac portrait, a hyperreal tableau vivant in which the letters are people and the fedora is a timeless incident. With short van Gogh strokes Owen paints a small encyclopedia of sisterhood, a still life throbbing like a heart, broken, open. Fedora traces the outline of a loved one, skirting the brim of the impossible familiar, an America embalmed by its expectations. Just twelve pages long, a myth has never been so contemporary, short-lived, and fitting.