White Tie Affair T Shirts

white tie affair t shirts
    white tie
  • bow tie worn as part of a man's formal evening dress
  • requiring white ties and tailcoats for men; "a white-tie occasion"
  • The most formal of evening wear, usually worn on state occasions and the like, consisting of an evening tailcoat, trousers, white shirt, white bow tie and waistcoat with sash, alternatively, full military dress, or national costume; A white tie function
  • (of an event) Requiring full evening dress to be worn, including a white bow tie
    t shirts
  • A short-sleeved casual top, generally made of cotton, having the shape of a T when spread out flat
  • (t-shirt) jersey: a close-fitting pullover shirt
  • A T-shirt (T shirt or tee) is a shirt which is pulled on over the head to cover most of a person's torso. A T-shirt is usually buttonless and collarless, with a round neck and short sleeves.
  • (T Shirt (album)) T Shirt is a 1976 album by Loudon Wainwright III. Unlike his earlier records, this (and the subsequent 'Final Exam') saw Wainwright adopt a full blown rock band (Slowtrain) - though there are acoustic songs on T-Shirt, including a talking blues.
  • Matters of public interest and importance
  • a usually secretive or illicit sexual relationship
  • A matter that is a particular person's concern or responsibility
  • An event or sequence of events of a specified kind or that has previously been referred to
  • matter: a vaguely specified concern; "several matters to attend to"; "it is none of your affair"; "things are going well"
  • a vaguely specified social event; "the party was quite an affair"; "an occasion arranged to honor the president"; "a seemingly endless round of social functions"
white tie affair t shirts - Solid Color
Solid Color Mens Tie by Jacob Alexander - White
Solid Color Mens Tie by Jacob Alexander - White
Jacob Alexander men's solid color tie. This beautiful tie has a soft medium satin finish. Measures a classic 58 inches long with a contemporary 3.5 inch width. Solid color neckwear are timeless in fashion and are a perfect accessory to any man's wardrobe. Easy to match with anything; dress it up or dress it down. Solid ties are a must have in every man's closet! Perfect for weddings, groups, or choirs. Jacob Alexander is proud to be the only collection that carries matching colors in the following items and sizes: Mens regular width ties in regular length, extra long, and zipper, men's skinny ties, boys ties in 4 sizes, bowties for men and boys, and matching pocket squares for all.

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bankrupcy of Cripo
bankrupcy of Cripo
Art Dealer Returns With a Fresh Canvas; Crispo Survives- Bankruptcy, -Scandal and -Prison to Create a New Gallery By LESLIE EATON Published: August 11, 1998 Andrew Crispo has always been strangely in tune with his times -- sometimes very strangely. He became the living symbol of the excesses of the 1980's when he was investigated for -- but not charged with -- a sadomasochistic murder that became known as the ''Death Mask'' case. An art dealer with a good eye and a bad reputation, Mr. Crispo more recently became part of a 90's trend -- he filed for personal bankruptcy protection at a time when such filings have been soaring. (Of course, his case was unusual in many respects; most debtors, for example, do not own paintings by Georgia O'Keeffe.) And now, he is about to begin a new chapter of his life. A plan approved last week by the bankruptcy court will soon give Mr. Crispo the money he needs to create a new art business. If he is successful, he will give unknown artists a way to show their work and, perhaps, help change the face of a small corner of Greenwich Village. In a building on Little West 12th and Greenwich Streets that once housed Collier's magazine and later became a meat-packing plant, Mr. Crispo has knocked together a series of rooms and uncovered long-darkened skylights to create an enormous, light-filled space. Some of the vast area will be used to display sculptures and to stage arts-related events, he said; one section will be devoted to a sort of "flea market for artists", where they can rent small spaces to display their works. It will be his vindication and his ''legacy to the art market,'' said Mr. Crispo, 53. ''I do think that I am on the road to a great success -- and I don't think that I will let anyone be disappointed.'' But, as his critics note, Mr. Crispo was hugely successful in the past and threw it all away. He was raised in a Philadelphia orphanage, and though he never formally studied art, by the 1970's he was a rising art dealer whose spectacular shows attracted the world's biggest patron, Baron Hans Heinrich Thyssen-Bornemisza. The baron's purchases were so profitable for Mr. Crispo that the dealer came up with a scheme to hide income from the Internal Revenue Service; in November of 1985, Mr. Crispo pleaded guilty to evading taxes of nearly $4 million, and was eventually sentenced to five years in prison. By then, of course, Mr. Crispo's personal life had also become very public. In March of that year(1985), the body of a Norwegian fashion student, Eigil Dag Vesti, had been found in Rockland County. The partially burned body, with two bullet holes in the back of the head, was wearing only a leather mask of the sort used in sadomasochistic rituals. Bernard J. LeGeros, who worked for Mr. Crispo, was convicted of the killing and is still in prison. Mr. LeGeros accused his boss of ordering the killing at the end of a sexual encounter, and claimed that other bodies were buried at Mr. Crispo's house in Southampton (none were found). Mr. Crispo has never been charged in the case. In the midst of all this, another man came forward to accuse Mr. Crispo of torturing him during a drug-fueled party at the Andrew Crispo Gallery in 1984. Mr. Crispo's lawyer argued that the sex was consensual; a jury acquitted him in 1988. But the lurid details of these cases seemed to stick in many minds, and were revived in David France's book ''Bag of Toys: Sex, Scandal and the Death Mask Murder'' (Warner Books, 1992). The book, a revised version of which is due out next year, contends that Mr. Crispo was centrally involved in the killing. Mr. Crispo said that for legal reasons, he cannot talk about Mr. Vesti's murder, but he said the portrait of him painted by Mr. France is untrue and has besmirched him. ''People who don't know me, hate me,'' he said. And he thinks he has become a sort of boogeyman about whom people make up stories, ''the Svengali of evil.'' Certainly anyone who was expecting Mr. Crispo to show up in court last week wearing black leather -- or even a sharp Italian suit -- was disappointed. Handsome if ever so slightly disheveled, Mr. Crispo was far less natty than the lawyers, in his navy blazer, tan trousers and a blue-and-white-striped shirt. His tie was patterned with the heads of golden retrievers, of which he said he has owned three. He looked jumpy and bored, but not scary. And as he talked about how someone so wealthy had ended up bankrupt, he displayed the charm that even his critics acknowledge, and his abilities as a raconteur. His speech is peppered with phrases like, ''I must tell you,'' and he does. Some of Mr. Crispo's financial problems stem from his endless and baroque disputes with the I.R.S. Practically everything Mr. Crispo ever owned, including most of his art, was essentially frozen by the I.R.S., so that while he was rich, he had almost no cash. But the precipitating factor in th
'AWomanPretendingToBeAMan PretendingToBeAWoman?'
'AWomanPretendingToBeAMan PretendingToBeAWoman?'
Victoria: "What's wrong?" What's right? A woman pretending to be a man pretending to be a woman? Ridiculous' Toddy: 'It's preposterous. It's so preposterous, no one would believe it' - Julie Andrews and Robert Preston - 'Victor/Victoria' Of all the strange things that happened to me in the last few weeks, I have had the weirdest insult thrown at me. Though I do find it quite funny come to think about it. I actually won a prize for 'The Best Dressed TV'. You heard me .... a TV. Transvestite. A Tranny. Weird eh? I guess in a small part, its my fault as well. You see folks, in an effort to look for people I can find kinship to, I often resort to joining transgender websites hoping that there is somebody out there who shares my take on life. Of course, what was I thinking? I have joined so many of these sites that often when I get called to parties and such, I am simply assumed to be a TV myself. Albeit a very, very convincing one. The weird bit is, the NormalFolk looks at me no different than any other woman. But its the transgendered world I find the difficulty with. Walk with a group of trannies and you're simply assumed to be one of them. Don't get me wrong, I think they are the most wonderful people you could ever meet. In this particular instance, I got invited to a BlackAndWhite affair for a birthday party a local dominatrix Madame was having. The night went very well indeed at a secluded club in the middle of nowhere. The crowd comprised of mostly TVs and some rather spiffing-looking folk dressed in tuxedos, suits, maribous and latex. I introduced myself to the host using the callsign I used in one of these sites and she instantly recognised me. Better than that, she even complimented me on my looks. Now, mind you, I wasn't dressed as a woman. Well, not quite .... I had intentionally dressed as guy. Well more specifically, a black and white WillyWonkaish character of my own design. I had the hat, the glasses, the tie and shirt as well as a vest and Chaplinesque pants. But with heels and kick-ass make-up. I didn't know that they were handing out prizes that night. And when I heard the category for 'Best Dressed TV', I wondered which of the fine folks before me would deserve that medal. They called out my callsign. Several times actually. I didn't respond and simply hid in a darkened corner confident that the Madame was the only one who knew my name. And she wasn't handing out the prizes. I felt sick. Really, really sick. I felt that all those operations on me were in vain. A friend of mine confronted the host and explained to her. She seemed a little irritated and at that moment, because of her rudish demeanour, I felt sick of everyone in the room. I told myself I would never grace myself in such a setting again. I felt hurt that none of my profiles in those sites were ever looked at. I have never, ever described myself as a TV. Truth be told, I did feel sorry for a lot of the people there as they lived a half-existence in unknown clubs and closetted homes. Not bothering to even look at the medal which I think might have looked nice on my dresser, I left. I was still a bit shaky went I went to bed that night. And in the morning, I erased every single profile I had in all the transgender-themed sites I was on. And with that, I felt I was no longer to be classified as TV/TS/TG. I think Intersexuality rules yes?

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