Monday, March 25, 2013
This tie made me so profoundly sad. Here it was, obviously suffering from Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, yet cruel Brian Williams will not let it rest. He sadistically wrests it from L'Armoire des Cravates and contorts it into its now familiar shape. And there it hangs, so exhausted that it cannot hold a dimple, but instead makes a ravine. It is richly purple, but is that a print or a pattern of slightly dimmer, teensy purple checks? houndstooth? rickrack? Honestly, I think I said it best back in 2009.
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