“Surviving is keeping your eyes open” writes U.A. Fanthorpe in ‘Portraits of Tudor Statesmen’. “The literal painter set it down… mail, ruff, bands, beard, anything, to hide/ The violently vulnerable neck.” The language of ties inflects our age. Politician’s straight lines may second as a handy noose. Mind your peace and cues. Open collars declare their Adam’s apple’s free to do what it likes, though appear too casual and they’ll get it in the neck. Dinner ties, anonymous as movie stars. Plunging necklines equal abandonment of the concept of suggestion. Tattoos, a dead giveaway for independent thinking or loose living.