In Praise of the Scarf

Given that our winter is, oh, like 17 minutes long, we Las Vegans don’t get much chance to do all that stylish layering that you see denizens of chillier burgs doing in the streetstyle Instagrams, dashing sinuously around their metropolis, trailing scarves, tails, flares, lapels, and belts like sartorial emoticons. So when October arrives, it’s time to get my sweet metrosex on with some scarves. It’s a functional, seasonal accent without the commitment (and the slow corporate strangulation) of a traditional necktie, an urbane flourish that gives faux-sophisticates like me a placebo dose of metropolitan gusto, as though — collar popped, gloved hands in pockets — I’m running to catch the Abbessess line for a tryst in Montmartre. Okay, so I’m dashing into the Terrible Herbst for a Twix. But only because I heard they brought back the dark-chocolate version — a flavor truly appreciated by bescarved, wanna-be aesthetes like me.