Before this conversation continues, or rather starts, you should know that the fundamental problem with alcohol consumption is the material object consumption that tends to mirror it: the loss of fiscal inhibition that comes in the wake of seeing something as easy to replicate as a chiffon bow tie, masquerading itself as indelibly worth all $390 being asked for it and what finds me here today, the proud owner of said bow tie but ruefully, too, $426 dollars in deficit.
I have been effusive about trying to replicate (the key word here was replicate) a detail from Hedi Slimane’s first womenswear collection for Saint Laurent.
And though there is certainly a sense of je ne sais swagger tethered to participating in the exaggerated bow-tie that comes directly from Saint Laurent, which is also the approximation of an old trend that harkens back to the essence of Mr. Saint Laurent’s style in a way that has been seemingly overlooked by critics, I also understand that the price tag tethered to the subjective objets d’art is polarizing.
For context, bear this in mind: You can get the smaller silk chiffon version, (in beige or black) replete with skinny leather snap back for $390 (there’s also a leather version that comes for $595) or a polka-dotted piece of what I can imagine to be the best quality ribbon there is, which you’re instructed to tie yourself for $295.
So, if you, like me, have wanted to start wearing grandiose, Alber Elbaz-style bow ties on steroids, why don’t you high tail it over to Amazon, buy a yard or two or three or 25 of black chiffon and take the fate of your imminently future style cues into your own hands with a DIY that seems impossible to screw up.
It won’t be exact, obviously, but who’s to say there is absolutely anything wrong with that?