Terence Trent D'Arby's Gift To All Of Us - Holding On To You

There is a song called 'Multi-Colored Blue' by Wynton Marsalis' band which reminds me of an unrequited love I held for a woman back at the end of the last century. I think it was the December of 1999 to be specific, or at least it came to a head then. It was a deep yearning and a hidden desire, strong enough to inspire me to write my first novel which was called the Bunyip Aristocracy. Never got published but I can understand why. Late last year I saw her,  eighteen years later, and I felt nothing. The zest and spark were gone. Something which had lacerated my heart and which had caused me to withdraw from my daily routine and isolate myself, go completely introverted, lose ten kilos and walk around like a zombie, had passed. In fact, often I saw her on my morning runs in Bondi, and if anything, I just thought she had poor taste in socks.

In March I met up with the first of my unrequited loves for dinner in Los Angeles. She had also evolved and changed. In fact I had spent time with her mother by coincidence when on my work trip in January. I could see the reflection of the mother in the daughter. The moment had passed too. If I were to ascribe a song to the period it would be Fleetwood Mac's ' Dreams ' and Carole King's 'It's Too Late' .

I promised myself in the early 2000's that I was done with these childish things and would put them away as if I had read, understood and processed Paul's letter to the Corinthians. But as fate would have it, it would happen to me again. This time, in processing myself through it, I will admit, it's probably been the fight of my life, stronger than any illness I've had to overcome, because it's just mental. It often has nothing to do with the other person at all. It's merely a glance at oneself and a feeling of inadequacy and lack of self-love. I recall in a documentary recently called 'The Defiant Ones' that Bruce Springsteen said of Jimmy Iovine that his drive and determination and creativity were probably based on a deep sense of insecurity which Springsteen says he himself felt too. Well, that's what I took from it. And certainly I think that a lack of self-love and self-esteem will shape that insecurity, some managing to turn it into art, others converting it into business and money. Regardless of how it manifests, there is always a reckoning.

In finishing a journal the other week I wrote that I am grateful for all these experiences. But in truth, I am not always sure that going down a rabbit hole helps a human being. In March, whilst in a hotel room in Los Angeles I got a phone call from a Californian bow tie customer who felt compelled to tell me something. He said "you must understand, with these types of women, their desire is only to capture the heart, like a trophy, but they do not wish to nurture it.' . It seemed too Odysseus siren-like to my mind. He went onto tell me an anecdote of his own life and there were some overlapping parallels. In fact it was a movie script his story and I'd pay handsomely to go and see it. A tale of a taboo love, extortion, blackmail, deception, theft, subterfuge and a lot of sex. It was one of those moments in time and space that I will not forget anytime soon. I thought I was on the set of an adaptation of a Raymond Chandler novel, especially given my choice of hotel.

But it was a guest at the Studio yesterday in Sydney that really gave me some fodder. It had been said to me by a friend earlier in the year whilst in a snowy ski village 'you might do yourself a favour and read up on Petrarch. His love for Laura was unwaivering, it's one of the great stories of unrequited love'. And Petrarch's story had lead Petrarch to believe that a chaste life was one that was beyond love. There was a tapestry on his Wiki page of the Three Fates (which I love so much) treading on love, suggesting that the trumph of the death of love leads to chastity.

And on reading Petrarch's words I felt as though there was no gap in time between what his eyes saw and what mine might see:

Breeze, blowing that blonde curling hair,
stirring it, and being softly stirred in turn,
scattering that sweet gold about, then
gathering it, in a lovely knot of curls again,

you linger around bright eyes whose loving sting
pierces me so, till I feel it and weep,
and I wander searching for my treasure,
like a creature that often shies and kicks:

now I seem to find her, now I realise
she’s far away, now I’m comforted, now despair,
now longing for her, now truly seeing her.

Happy air, remain here with your
living rays: and you, clear running stream,
why can’t I exchange my path for yours?

But now in the Studio came a friend with a more contemporary reference. He was such an odd messenger. He dismissed the idea that my concerns were about a woman, singular. Instead he suggested my issue was a compost of different problems acting on me simultaneously. And then whilst I tried to cut silk, he reclined on my chesterfield and said 'can I play you a song that I used to listen to a lot after my brother died?'

And a few moments later as I stood over my cutting bench, my eyes welled and my heart felt heavy as Terence Trent D'Arby sang this song.

And these lyrics, they just come to life with the music and tell a story that is repeated time and time again down through the ages of ages. As D'Arby says, 'they say all poets must have an unrequited love, as all lovers must have thought-provoking fears, but holding onto you, means letting go of pain'. Well, if that's the case, I've had my share and I would like, by the Grace Of God, to be done with it.

Holding on to You
Sananda Maitreya

I left the east side for a west coast beauty
A girl who burned my thoughts like kisses
She was down by street decree
She swore she'd pull my best years out of me
Fat painted lips on a live wire beauty
A tangerine girl with tambourine eyes
Her face was my favourite magazine
Her body was my favourite book to read
They say that all poets must have an unrequited love
As all lovers must have thought-provoking fears
But holding on to you means letting go of pain
Means letting go of tears
Means letting go of rain
Means letting go of what's not real
Holding on to you, oh
I left the rough side for a seaside baby
A chamomile smile that pouts on cue, ha
For every moment I breathe her sigh
Her bosom contains my sweet alibi, yeah
In an emotional mist she breathes in fog
And breathes it out as garden flowers
Why me of all the tough-talking boys?
I guess she heard my heartbeat through the noise
They say that all poets must have an unrequited love, yes they do, ha
As all lovers must have thought-provoking fears
But holding on to you means letting go of pain
Means letting go of tears
Means letting go of rain
Holding on to you, ha
Means letting sorrows heal
Means letting go of what's not real, yeah
Holding on to you, yeah, woo-hoo!
Wah, heard some people say that all poets must have an unrequited love, ha
As all lovers I'm sure must have thought-provoking fears, yeah
But holding on to you means letting sorrows heal
Means letting go of what's not real
Holding on to you
I left the east coast for a west coast beauty
A woman who wet my thoughts like kisses
She was down, down by street decree
She swore she'd pull my best years out of me
Fat wet lips on a sea salt canvas
Goodbye Picasso, hello Dolly
The soil is fertile where her footsteps trod
She's my new religion, she's all I got
They say that all poets must have an unrequited love, yes they do, ha
As all lovers, I'm sure must have thought-provoking fears, yeah
But holding on to you means letting go of pain
Means letting go of tears
Means letting go of rain
Holding on to you, ha
Means letting sorrows heal
It means letting go
It means letting go of pain
It means letting go of pain, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, whoo
It means letting go of tears, it means letting go of rain
It means turning the page
And letting go of pain
Woo-hoo, yes it does, yes it does, yes it does

Songwriters: Terence Trent D'arby

Michael Hope Plays At The Roast And A Reminder Of The Closing Days Of The Portrait Competition

Sometimes you feel that the world is conspiring to give you a difficult day. I had one of those yesterday, when those that you wished to have a working relationship with just can't seem to figure out how to work with you. Then there are other days when everything is smooth sailing and all the elements come together. That day, about three weeks ago now, was as blissful as Van Morrison's 'Days Like These' .

In the lead up to The Roast I called in many favours and one of which was asking Michael Hope who ordinarily I would find on the ground floor of David Jones in Market Street playing piano, to come and do the same for me. I asked him to come and cover my favourite jazz songs for the evening and I sent him a list which included some of the best of Cole Porter, Nina Simone, Jimmy Durante, Dave Brubeck and more. 

It was one of those things which adds polish to an evening and sets a tone of men behaving more like gentlemen than savages. A big grand piano, a grand old pianist. Often I had dropped Michael a bow tie or two, especially when I was in the city dropping of stock to stores. He was always so gracious and once when I was with my daughter he played something for her, Over The Rainbow if I recall correctly.

What a privilege it is when the elements come together, as though it was a kiss or a wink from the Gods. I wish every day were like this, but sadly, once the moment is gone, there is silk to be cut, orders to be processed, designs to be pushed up with the loom, emails to be written and so forth. And it's only when you get a quiet moment that you can write a blog post to thank those that have added value to your life. And thank you Michael, you certainly have.

A reminder to our blog readers and customers that the portrait competition for June is in it's final days. A gift voucher of $1500.00 AUD for the winner. All you have to do it post it on your wall on Instagram and tag us. We'll choose the best one. So, if you have a superlative portrait of yourself in one of our bow ties, get cracking. :) 

Creed Aventus And Virgin Island Water Plus Tom Ford Scents - New To Le Noeud Papillon

Allow me to wax lyrical about perfumes for a moment on this cold and soggy sao morning in Sydney. I feel like if it gets any wetter right now my lungs will start getting moss on them. It is cold in the Studio this morning and I don't want to put the heater on because I am following this Wim Hoff chap and looking for any opportunity to have cold therapy, be it in the ocean at 6am or at the Studio with cold hands typing out a blog post.

Perfume, that's what I want to talk about. The magic of it. I spoke yesterday with the agent for Creed perfumes in Australia. For years now I have been writing and praising their scents and using them in every bubble mailer or carry bag that left the building. I first fell in love with Virgin Island Water. I will say this, I was the first to find it, though many of my friends try to tell me the opposite.

As part of my birthday gift I was given a voucher to one of those menswear stores that sell so much bullshit 'art as fashion' clothing that when I went in I cared not for the menswear and went straight to their fragrance section. Of course, it is the one thing that never goes on sale, at least not to my knowledge, and so I used up the entire thing on what will mostly benefit our customers.

Why do I do this? Why fragrance in every bag? Because for me a fragrance can send me on a mini holiday in my mind. It can remind me of suntan lotion on a beach with bare brown legs. It can take me back to a working holiday in Hong Kong. I can become seventeen again and trying to persuade a bouncer to let me into a nightclub with fake identification. It can remind me of a woman's bedroom and I can look around to see her Sonos stereo under the chair, her linen sheets or the skin on her neck. It can place me in a bathroom I have been familiar with since my childhood and I can look up and see that same plastic vanity that housed my perfumes for much of my teenage years and the first time I tied a bow tie in black satin silk from Charvet and the Chanel Egoiste that resided in the top right shelf. And my hope is, that if it does that for me, it might do the same for you. Maybe you will stop dead in your tracks and say 'oh my God, I remember when I opened up that bubble mailer, it was the first bow tie I ever bought from them and whack, I just had to have that scent, so I wrote to the guy and he said .... " . And from that moment on, you and me, we have a personal relationship bonded by a scent.

That being said, I finally learned a few things about Creed. Firstly, it was founded a long time ago, in 1760 to be precise, by a chap called James Henry Creed. It became so successful that Queen Victoria made it the official fragrance supplier to the Court Of England and of course, it then spread throughout the courts of Europe. Then Napoleon III got a hold of Original Santal, which to my mind is a little too heavy for my liking, and championed it as well. And now it is essentially considered the most revered fragrance house amongst many menswear enthusiasts, myself included, a brand that has founding principles of quality, refinement and originality. And yes, they live up to all three. 

Of all of them my three favourite scents must be Original Vetiver, Virgin Island Water and Aventus. And today I wish to give you my opinion of each and to contrast it with the offical lingo.

1. Virgin Island Water - what originally got me into Creed. One whiff and I was gone. I felt transported to somewhere that the Beach Boys described in Kokomo. Rum, coconuts, coconut suntan oil, bronzed skin, the shapely calf of a beautiful woman, a long dinner, sex, looking out of a window over an expanse of water, the moon rising, the curtains lightly billowing in the sea breeze.

Officially this is what they say: A cirtus style of fragrance with bergamot, green lemon, lime, mandarin, jasmine, ylang-ylang (I've no idea what this is), herbs, musk, tonka beans, coconut. A fragrance launched in 2007.

2. Original Vetiver - a fresh weekend in the country with green grass and tall trees. Wet lawn. A place where you feel active and full of life. You do yoga in the morning, you swim and walk through a beach heath to return to the house. In the evening there is a fire, you go to bed early after some pinot noir at dinner and some lemon and ginger tea just after dessert.

Offically this is a bergamot, mandarin, bitter orange, herbs leaves (green), coriander, pink berries, cedarwood, amber, musk (tonkin) sandalwood and pepper. Wow, I think I actually came close with my own experience.

3. Aventus - The nape of a neck, the sound of a certain voice on the telephone. 

Offically this is a 2010 fragrance which is based on bergamot, apple, blackcurrent, berries, pineapple, jasmine, rose, berries, patchouli, oak moss, amber gris, musk and vanilla.

So there you have it, three fragrances, three experiences. So the next time you open your bubble mailer, remember that a scent is very personal, that we associate it with so much content that we go through in life and that it can act like a marker, of a moment in time and space, distilled in a bottle that we can go back to time and time again. God love perfumes and God bless the human nose. 

Le Noeud Papillon's 10th Anniversary And My 40th Birthday Roast

A decade in business! Who would have ever thought. I recall a Woody Allen documentary where at the end of the interview he says something along the lines of  'I had wanted to be a comedian and I set out to do that and I became famous for it, I wanted to make films and I managed to do that too. And finally I wanted to be a clarinet player in a band and I did that too - but as I approach death, I still can't help but feel I'm being ripped off'. And sometimes I feel the same. I have achieved so much from a small idea and really not the faintest idea on how to achieve it, and through a decade of refining and redefining I managed to keep the ship upright (though there have been many times when I was ready to throw in the towel). And just like Woody, I set out to make the best bow ties, and I am sure we are near enough to allow myself that accolade. I had wanted to be a writer originally and now I am being published in Robb Report - well, it's not The Great Gatsby as I thought - but it's close enough for the time being. And, I wanted to create art along the way, and in that respect, the silks are often in that vein. But, just like Woody, as my hair thins out, as life shows more signs of wear and tear and the stamina and enthusiasm can sometimes peter out, the creativity comes to a stand still, well, I can't help but feel somewhat ripped off.

It is our 10th Anniversary and I will share with you a small tid bit from when we started. I walked into a tailor in the city of Sydney and I said to him 'can you make me a bow tie the way I want it' and reluctantly he agreed and I drew a shape and asked for black satin silk and white piping. He charged me an enormous amount at the time. Probably the price we now charge for bespoke bow ties but ten years ago and very ordinary fabric. And when I picked it up I was really happy to see it come to life. So I said 'do you want to make a line of bow ties with me and I will split the business with you and I will do all the work to sell them, you just make them'. And he said - NO. Firmly. Not interested. And the only reason I went to see him was because there was such a rotten selection of bow ties in our then doyen of retail - David Jones. Nothing but polyester crap. Bow ties were so far off the menu that I had the whole market to myself if I chose to develop it. And so I did. And the beautiful thing was, I had been developing websites for clients on the side, so I thought to myself, why not put these online whilst nobody else is doing it - and see what happens. Then, by chance, we got picked up by the Wall Street Journal and the American menswear writer Will Boehlke, and we were on our way. 

But like any journey, it has its ups and downs and to be frank, those first years I was really pushing shit up hill. No men wanted to own a bow tie, let alone tie one themselves. No men I knew were spending much time on their wardrobes, no bespoke tailors, no blogs analysing the styles of each tailor around the world, no MTM services existed like they do today, Instagram was yet to emerge, nobody knew who Lino Ieluzzi or Luca Rubinacci was, nor did they know anything about Pitti Uomo. It was just a totally different landscape. But as each new medium emerged we jumped on it and slowly we built, especially with Instagram, a fraternity of bow tie enthusiasts. And by this time we had a strong set of American customers, many of which are still with us today.

This year, in March, I suffered a huge crisis. I was totally worn out and I just wanted to break free of everything I had worked so hard for. It all seemed to me to have no meaning since the mother of my child and I had chosen to live apart. And there are often times, especially during the quiet times, that you question whether you made the right choices and if you are content with your purpose in life. But in those darker moments I sought help and I got back into regular exercise on Bondi Beach in the morning, ocean swims almost every morning at six. I formed a routine for cutting silks and processing orders and I started to lift my chin up and see the world for all it had to offer rather than the reverse. 

At the point where I started to regain my enthusiasm for what we did, I reached out to Philip Carr who is a bow tie customer, a friend and an extraordinary events planner. Would he be interested in working on our 10th Anniversary and my birthday concurrently with the theme of a Roast a la Dean Martin and Don Rickles? We decided on a venue, the Centennial Hotel, which had a long dining table, and slowly the elements started to come together. I asked Mark Travers to come back from Thredbo to play his cover songs on guitar. I reached out to Michael Hope  (another bow tie customer) from David Jones' ground floor to see if he would play piano. I also called Dominic Lorrimer who shot me for the Australian Financial Review last year to see if he was free on a Wednesday night. Yes. Then Peter Howard to see if he could paint me a portrait for the evening.  Then one morning, still mulling over an MC, I saw Vince Sorrenti, the superlative comedian (also a bow tie customer) walk past the Studio and I asked him if he was right to do the MC job, and to my surprise, he said yes. 

And it was all these elements coming together along with the professional service of Megan Sullivan at Merivale that made it one of the most special nights of my life along with ten wonderful roasts which were roughly 2 minutes in length each and tempered by a huge gong brought in by my cousin. Of those roasts, three were particularly well crafted and left the audience in hysterics and I was charred black by the roasting. But, as I wrote on my Facebook wall, after forty years of overeating, I had developed a thick skin.

There are markers in your life that sometimes are in a grey area, at some point you stopped being a teenager and became an adult. For me, turning forty in the manner that I did seemed to really punctuate the closure of my thirties.

A wiser man than me listened to my diatribe a month or two ago as I said 'I feel like I am having a mid life crisis, I'm half way to 80' . He turned to me and said 'it's arrogant to think you should make it to 80. There's no guarantee of how long you have left, make the most of every day.' He was right. It reminded me of our Three Parcae pocket square.

But, in a small moment of self-praise, I wrote in my journal the other day, contrary to so many pages of self-loathing that had been written over the past year, that I had turned a fantasy into a reality. I had built something for our customers that was different. Markedly. And whether from this point onwards I fail, if I die a nasty death, if I should fall into despair again, I am proud of the last ten years and that we (and I include in that statement my customers, friends, family and supporters) created a bow tie company that was more like a fraternity. Those Pink Floyd lyrics go:

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking

Racing around to come up behind you again

The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older

Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time

Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines

Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way

The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

But at least for this last decade, I cannot say they hold true. I am grateful. For the time not being misspent. For those that read our blog. For those that helped us along the way. For those people that were willing to share their stories and photos with us. For the men who tagged us when they wore their outfits wearing our bow ties. For the silk mills who worked with us instead of turning me away. For the seamtresses that sewed our bow ties and for those that taught me how to hand-stitch. For the psychologist that helped me through the times when I didn't think I knew what the hell I was doing. For being blessed with such a beautiful daughter. For her mother who is such a good influence on her. For the friends who propped me up when I was self-flagellating. And for every person that helped to make last Wednesday night such a special night. Thank you, thank you, and thank you. 

New Yuzen Online Shortly

A small batch of yuzen silk bow ties have been placed on the website. If you want to see them, please contact me directly on Whatsapp on +61413140994 and I will give you the code to access the website.

Black Tie Patent Leather Shoes - What Is The Right Shoe To Purchase

For years now I have only ever worn slipper styled shoes for formal evening wear. Slippers have a wide and varied ambit as to what constitutes a slipper. By my reckoning it is a shoe that has no laces and a small and less pronounced heel. Slippers can come in a variety of forms, from 'at home' velvet slippers, which have become very fashionable in recent years, then there are regular leather slippers which are also called loafers but effectively they are of a similar format to a slipper, and finally you have evening wear slippers, which are effectively patent leather loafers, but at other times they can be referred to as pumps. 

Of course this is just my opinion - there will be shoe specialists that will tell you that I don't know what I am talking about - but across the internet and from my interviewing shoe makers I will say there is a fair bit of ambiguity in terminology. For example, an Italian loafer for evening wear is usually constructed in the blake-rapid methodology whereby the sole is attached directly to the upper with no Goodyear welting. These are made more like 'at home' English slippers but for Italians they edge more towards loafers. Some, especially the English, consider this an under-constructed shoe, but the results can be very sleek and in fact my staple evening wear shoes for the last decade have been blake-rapid evening patent slippers by YSL.

But over time I have wanted to replace these slippers because they were getting old and my style had evolved. I used to love a more pointed shoe for evening wear but as my style changed I had wanted a more rounded and classic toe box. I also wanted what I considered a more robust English construction.

In my search for shoes in Sydney's CBD I found that there were few companies that offered luxury patent leather shoes for evening wear and still fewer that offered that kind of Northampton English construction that was famed by makers such as Foster & Son, Gaziano & Girling, Edward Green and George Cleverley. Although I am sure that you could find them at Double Monk in Sydney's Strand Arcade, it's not often that they hold a deep amount of stock because the price of such shoes is prohibitive and because they often offer bespoke and made to measure services for such shoes.

Recently I settled on my evening footwear. Gaziano & Girling make wonderful evening shoes and whilst my preference would have been to get them to make a custom made pair of their Sinatra model shoes for me, I was not in the least bit worried about compromising with their Forsyth model of shoe. Sleek but classically elegant, the top line and quarter of the shoe are edged with grosgrain whilst the throat is met with only two eyelets on the quarter. And whilst my favourite toe box in the world remains George Cleverley, I am actually quite glad that these shoes are less bulbous on the toe box and relatively understated (they are still patent leather shoes).

Peter Overton's Custom Made Royal Blue Mogador Satin Silk Neck Tie At 9.5cm

Getting Peter Overton to wear a bow tie on the news is a lifelong pursuit of mine. He is adamant he has his style down pat and won't accept any of my flamboyant ideas. To be honest, I just want to Corky St. Clair him in a pink suit and bright emerald bow tie, just for a night, take a picture and then tag it and bag it. But I will have to wait. He prefers solid power ties which won't strobe on television and so recently, as he walked past the Studio, I invited him in to choose one of the new silks and he chose a brilliant one. This is a sharp royal blue mogador satin silk, finished here with a pink slip stitch and rose gold medallion hand sewn in. I had attached a how to tie instruction card for an Old Bertie and Double Four In Hand knot, but Peter, sticking to his guns as usual, only wears a four in hand knot. Again, I will have to wait. 

If you need a custom made luxury silk neck tie made in a jiffy and you would like to rummage through our new and old silks, come and visit us at Le Noeud Papillon or Whatsapp me personally on +61413140994.

The Beauty Of A Beautifully Woven Jacquard Silk Turned Into A Bow Tie Or Tie By Le Noeud Papillon Of Sydney

One of the most peculiarly enjoyable things to do in Como is to stand around a factory lined with roaring warps and wefts busily ratt-tat-tatting silks until they come out the other side as fabric that you instantly recognise as your tie silks that you've come to love. Each machine has roughly 15,000 needles which sit on top of the warp threads to stop the machine should one warp thread break. They go 24 hours a day from my understanding, weaving silk at roughly the rate of one metre per hour. I do love seeing the machinations of the fashion industry. It is so far removed from the catwalks of London and Paris. It's so real, so visceral and the people are so genuinely passionate about creating the best of silks. 

Bespoke Bow Ties Sydney - We Really Are The Only Place You Can Find This Kind Of Service

Lately I finally took on an SEO expert to try and fight back against the huge corporations like Westfield and the companies offering Chinese bow ties they pick up up for two dollars and sell for twenty. So of course they have the budget to knock off someone like myself who spent a decade making Australian made bow ties from seriously the best silk looms of Italy and the United Kingdom. They offer rubbish, we offer luxury silk bow ties. If you catch my drift, I am writing every ridiculous search criteria for "bow ties Sydney" just so that some gigantic super computer can hopefully spot the real thing from the stuffed websites and SEO programmes of my competitors. 

Of course, we not just about bow ties and luxury silk neck ties and custom and bespoke programmes which deliver our products in Australia, the United States and Canada, but we in fact service the whole wide world. Isn't this just a delight to read. It's extremely contrived but that is what the world does to us, it forced us to bend to it's whim, being overshadowed by the bigger predators and forcing me to be like the Vietcong and fight my own battle with guerilla warfare. And in fact, that's exactly what the corporation is, it is almost like an Imperial Army out of Star Wars - of course - this last sentence won't exactly help my SEO.

But in saying all of this and in trying to get the message across, I hope our readers realise that there is a difference and they can spot it and appreciate it. I could have sold out a long time ago. I could stop cutting my own silks and focus purely on marketing. I could cut corners on fabric and fabrication, but then what would we be? We'd just be another marketing company without a drop of artisan in our DNA. My fight is continue to make our products in Australia and to eventually be THE bow tie company of Australia. Will we get there, ridiculously, depends on how often people click on the images below and share this passage - well, it certainly affects it.

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Andy Poupar wearing our Majestic Diamond bow tie in Northern California

Brian Secawa, New York bloger, wearing a custom made black grosgrain silk bow tie by Le Noeud Papillon

Chuck Pollard, the king of ties on Instagram, wearing a custom made Le Noeud Papillon silk neck tie in purple mogador satin silk. 

Peter Overton wearing a Royal blue silk neck tie custom made by Le Noeud Papillon with pink slip stitch details. 

When it comes to bow ties, though I am tired of tooting my own horn, we are pretty much from my understanding the only place in Sydney where you can get a bespoke bow tie and have it turned around in 24 hours. We we make bow ties in Australia for all walks of life and all occasions, holding a large cache of woven jacquard silks from Italy, the United Kingdom and Japan. And all our silks and all our bow ties for sale are made in Australia. So if you are looking for luxury bow ties or a formal bow ties, both men's bow ties in Australia, and for that matter, women too, if you want to know where to buy bow ties. Bow ties online in Australia, bow ties Sydney, if you just need a bow tie, come and see us. We also offer tailored formal shirts in Sydney, tailored shirts to fit all bodies, custom made from the finest shirting cloth.