Back when I was lawyering, I liked to buy snazzy suits. Not custom made, but still snappy and expensive. Mostly that meant Ur-men-eh-zhildo Zin-ya and Brioni. I bought really expensive ties, too, although the brand name escapes me at the moment. I’m reasonably sure I didn’t garner more clients, win more trials, or get more lovin’ because of my clothing, ditto my Porsche cars. I bring this up for no particular reason, other than the thought that if I’d invested that money I’d be in fat city now. Seeing this store in Vegas got me to thinking about it. Oh, things we waste money on.
Now I consider neckties to be just a symbol of servitude. Really, who would wear one if somebody else didn’t expect them to?
P.S. I remembered. The ties I preferred were by Maurizio Baldassari.