Choker

The moment you see a choker, say, a mid-tier cocktail bar in SoHo or on a girl ordering a cucumber martini at Embargo... you know. Something’s off.

It’s never just an accessory. It’s a warning sign. Like an Hermes tie on a man who still uses a flip phone. Or a woman in Miu Miu flats quoting Rilke at brunch. Something doesn’t add up.