From 2nd year at medical school (when y'have to go on wards and meet real ill people) onwards, I had to buy and wear a tie - even if, as a doctor, one frequently had to tuck it into one's shirt or fling it over one's shoulder. Some moaned about it, but I embraced the ruling. Over the years, I've thrilled to the various trends in tie-wearing (polka-dotted with/without waistcoat, big florals, little florals, faux-Hermes patterning, broad/narrow stripes, toned-with-shirt, contrasted-with-shirt) and must now have around forty or fifty really nice silk ties...
... which, weddings, funerals and Uniform Night at The Hoist aside, I haven't worn for the best part of two years.
Why? Firstoff, I moved to London in time to catch a really long, hot, Indian summer. Being a creature of cool Northern climes, I sweated like a pig and resolved to stock up on short-sleeved shirts - and started experimenting with not wearing a tie (doctors seem to have a looser dress code down here). More recently, when I was the victim of a sudden, unprovoked attack by a patient - who grabbed me by the shirt-collar but found nothing to choke me with - I was glad I'd gone open-necked. And then, of course, there's my style guru: Phil from Location, Location, Location.
I've read a couple of puff pieces, though, about how my own experiences reflect a more general trend among men. A softening of boundaries between formal and casual? Global warming? The rise of the metrosexual?
What d'you reckon? |