The sound of two Alka-Seltzer tablets, dropping into a thin glass, coupled with the pregnant silence of a black silk bow, wrapped around one's neck like a loose, self-imposed collar. The fabric looked like dusk, and held a certain reserve, like lips parted in hesitation, or a neat stack of playing cards. A bit like ink on wet paper; an absolute refusal to be contained, or even totally known. They put it on for the party, but decided not to attend.

The Yves Bow is made of black silk charmeuse and falls into an elegant pre-sewn drape at the neck. An adjustable silk neck-band fastens with a traditional metal bow-tie clasp at the back of the neck.