I walked backwards in time this morning.We have a Monday morning kick-off meeting. My boss walked in dressed—gorgeously, if I may say—in a dark suit, [white?] shirt, and rich orange tie. The fabric was rich. The color was rich. I wanted to pet his tie, but I restrained myself.
He looked fabulous.
I was suddenly back in Paris in the summer of 1971. I had searched all the guidebooks about the best, most special gifts to purchase in Paris to take back to one's American friends. The book suggested handmade silk ties for men. I walked into one of these tie shops and picked out a fabulous purple silk brocade for one brother and another fabulous orange silk brocade for the other brother. The ties were handcrafted and shipped to the States.
About a year later I asked the brother to whom I had given the orange tie whether he had ever worn it. He responded, "Men don't really wear orange ties."
Nyah. Nyah. Nyah. In 2010, men wear orange ties. And they look brilliantly dressed.
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