Hermes ties are like old british sportscars. 100 people will warn you off with stories to quiet naughty children at night; Lucas lord of darkness, syncronising SU carbs etc. Or, they make pilgrimages to restoration companies to renew worn out inferior Lucas parts with lovingly replicated Lucas inferior parts. In any case, most people buy the old MG midget and either flogg it off on somebody after a few seasons or paint it black and imagine the old VW bus in traffic is a DO 17 'Pencil bomber' and the MG a Bolton-Paul Defiant night fighter. Sometimes you just have to get something out of your system- or in it. My one Hermes makes a croissant knot. It is worn July 14 when, by some accounts one Kavanagh helped lead the storming of the Bastille to liberate two more maniacs. I wear it whenever my friend invites me up in his french MS 502 Criquet, a copy of the WW2 german Feiseler Storch. Drape is not an issue, but it's ready ability to tell me wind direction ( stall speed @ 32 MPH) is. It's great for reading le Petit Prince to children, an exhibition of Impressionist art or a concert featuring Ravel. It's a 'fun' tie, which after all is what dressing well is all about.
