LOOKING more like a Cold War operative than a defendant pleading guilty to felony charges, lobbyist Jack Abramoff made quite a fashion statement when he showed up to court in a snug trench coat with a matching fedora.

But I soon discovered that Jack may be on to something, whether it was intentional or not.

More than a few females – and at least one fellow – who saw the photo of the steeley-eyed perp gave the look a surprising thumbs up. “I think it’s kind of sexy,” said Manhattanite Jodie Carlisle, 29. “But he looks like he could lose some weight.”

So off I went to replicate the Black Jack outfit.

Fortunately for me, it was one-stop shopping at the Fifth Avenue Brooks Brothers.

“It’s a very dapper look,” said a salesman. “I’ve sold a few of those combinations.

Donning a $700 trench coat and $300 hat, I hit the streets of Gotham.

As a typical New Yorker, I generally walk swiftly and keep my head down.

But my stride, attitude and consciousness changed with my new look. I felt slightly sinister, like I should be meeting someone in a dark parking garage.

I quickly noticed that I was getting a lot of double takes from people as I strolled up Sixth Avenue. Maybe ladies find this cross between a Rat Packer and Boris Badenov fedorable. One attractive woman smiled as she walked by and said, “hello.”

I finally stopped one of the double glancers and struck up a conversation. “You look familiar,” said Irene Simitz. “I can’t quite figure out where I’ve seen you.”

Perhaps you’ve read the papers?

“Are you a celebrity?” she asked.

No. But I’m ready to be indicted.