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Monday, October 17, 2005


Japanese tie maker Modules produced some of the finest neo-swing ties ever. The designs were elegant interpretations of 40's styles without being slavish imitations. The construction of these ties is very delicate, with a wispy thin lining and narrow tail, resulting in a tiny knot. Many Modules ties also have an inspired jacquard weave; my favorite one looks like tumbling donuts. This is relatively sedate for a Modules tie, from the simple Eames-like pattern of rectangular panels to the leafy jacquard pattern. The Modules label disappeared in the early 90's, to be reborn as Format. Early Format ties are almost indistinguishable from Modules, but in later years production was moved to Korea and the designs became more ordinary. (Korean ties are OK if price is your only consideration. If you are interested in buying in bulk, there is a lot of 400,000 ties from Korea for sale here. I'll bet you can get a great price!) Format ties can still be found in department stores (and the leftovers in discount stores, like Value City), and some of them are pretty nice, but the elegant swing revival ties are long gone. The swing dance craze still seems to have a dedicated following in Japan, though, and American swingsters Big Bad Voodoo Daddy are still at it!

1 comment:

'Thought & Humor' said...

We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!

You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.
As soon as we acknowledge
this Supreme Designer/Architect,
Who has erected the beauteous
fabric of the universe, our minds
must necessarily be ravished with
wonder at this infinate goodness,
wisdom and power.

Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.

There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.

Best wishes for continued ascendancy,
Dr. Howdy

'Thought & Humor'

P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."