Last weekend, I participated in my favorite of Christmas traditions: trading in all my gifts for shit that I actually want. And for the most part, it went as expected.

Sales were plundered. Sizes were corrected. Puppy-dog eyes were dispensed to account for missing receipts…

But in one final moment, a salesman turned the whole endeavor into a lesson on style, brand loyalty and what I will henceforth be referring to as the Brotherhood of the Bow Tie (trademark pending). And I’d like to thank him for that.

Gather round, gentlemen, for a lighthearted tale of menswear paying-it-forward…»

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