I occasionally try to explain to myself my fascination with neck attire. Ties, bows, cravats, scarfs, you know, the slice of fabric that makes an outfit. I think about a youthful Saturday afternoons spent at Frinton’s St Johns Ambulance Jumble sale and the old dear on the menswear section obviously spotting my butch dyke possibilities, saving me as she did, her sounder items of vintage. … Continue reading Suits me: Hepburn, Weller and a lady in menswear