It may be a function of spending more time in Cambridge than in Boston, but it’s not at all uncommon to see a bowtie around here, whether it’s a traditional or a personalized take. I pretty much enjoy them every time, but especially as a light formal touch on a mature man (where by mature I mean 40+, or maybe younger if they happen to have graying hair*). Maybe because it evokes that rumpled-yet-formal academic look I tend to like?
*which can be so elegant, to my eye.
There’s no reason bowties can’t be worn in this easy way, no reason they have to feel outdated or theatrical. This gentleman is a great example of how effective adding a small, modest element like this can be. The absence of a vest or blazer and the simple white buttoned shirt, the slightly rolled sleeves, make it so wearable, so casual to me. Take away the bowtie and he blends into the sea of pedestrians. With it, though, I pause to appreciate. Chapeau to the wearers of bowties.
p.s. The next few posts will seem late as I have decamped to another time zone! San Francisco is beautiful, and I’ve got to go buy a towel. I’ll send you a post card.