Choker

I’ve never trusted anyone who wears a choker.

The moment you see a choker — a mid-tier cocktail bar in SoHo, a girl ordering a cucumber martini at Embargo — you know.

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.