Modelled by thewife's friend K., the Fez formed the sole 'me' thing I wanted to do for my wedding some years back. As in I said 'I want to X' and got to without complaint.
In thewife's defence my original want of wanting to be married by an Elvis impersonator while I was wearing a powder blue safari suit (like my dad owned) was a bit out there (and at the time impossible as there were no Elvis impersonator celebrants available in Oz; this has now been rectified).
The Fez was purchased from an Egyptian knick-knackery that lived in the Canberra Centre. Before I bought this Fez I had bought one for my Dad for Christmas. I saw it there, erred and ummed about getting it when the girl said 'It's the last one. Dad only goes back home once a year to restock.', I got it.
I happened to pass the shop about a minute later only to see her put a new Fez on display. Gold.
Anyway, I got to wear my Fez for the wedding and I looked like a nob. But hey, it was a kewl day and a good time was had by all.