At the Met and trying to admire Matisse’s Still Life with Compote, Apples and Oranges, but I am transfixed by the elderly man in front of me who is wearing the most wonderful toupee. It sits awkwardly on the top of his head. I see the liver spots that trail up his neck as he scratches the back of his neck and pushes the toupee even further askew. I want to reach out and touch it. It’s almost lifelike, a mimetic study in hair – so much more interesting than the still life.