I rock this tie.
Pleated linen shirt with visible white buttons. Black shawl satin-collared tuxedo dinner jacket, slim pointed batswing bow tie. And of course, the required cigarette (which I kept unlit). Retro look, with pieces from my dad’s closet. They just don’t make tuxedos like this any more.
I looked good. But my date looked better.
White bikini, sixties cut. Pretty tame by modern standards (in terms of coverage, at least). The wide belt and sheathed combat knife was unusual and iconic.
“Ready, Miss Ryder?”
“Ready, James.”
I offered an arm and we swept into the costume party.
Inspired by this week’s Picture It & Write prompt:
There are too few situations where a tuxedo is required. Apologies for the rather sexist title. The Bond Influence.
You’re forgiven but only because Ms. Rider wouldn’t put up with any chauvinism while carrying a knife. I love a man in a tux regardless of the occasion.
Tracey
Never objectify a woman carrying a large knife, nope nope.