“It is no doubt that fashion is a carousel,” he said, straightening his bow tie. “Clothing that is fashionable in one decade is reviled in subsequent years, after which it becomes an object of ridicule followed by something worn merely to be amusingly ironic.” He admired his reflection in the mirror. “It doesn’t take long after this time for this once-fashionable attire to reenter the minds of the most fashion conscious as being a very handsome accessory indeed.” His jacket lay nearby; he picked it up and pulled it on. “Believe me,” he told her. “I’ve been around long enough to have ridden the fashion carousel a time or two…” he frowned, calculating in his head, “well, it’s rather closer to ninety or so, but that’s not the point.”
“The point is,” he said, ready for another adventure, “that bow ties are cool.”
|Writing Prompt #747|
Who better to make the case for bow ties than the man himself?