Friday, July 27, 2007

Martini Metaphor

Not seen since 27 April, this tie makes a stunning re-emergence. And I still feel a sense of numbing ambivalence, not unlike the feeling imparted by that second vodka martini up, dirty, with bleu cheese olives on an empty stomach. But I digress. This tie, an icy pale violet blue with crocodilian welts of deeper violet blue pebbling it in a precise pattern, simply does not interest me. The color is familiar, as is the foulard pattern. Bring this tie to me in pine forest, Brian, or in a bold stroke of David Gregory-esque pink, and then we can have a discussion, perhaps. Until then, bring me another martini.