Bow Tie is SR113
for civil disobedience
In this text we begin with regard to the Swiss-based Texan Light-Anthropologist Jonathan Roquemore, of Burtonian fascination with textiles, who concerned his self with attaining knowledge regarding the traditional dress of the Laotian hill-tribes.
Of particular interest was one, the Laantan tribe in North-Western Laos near China and Burma, whom he heard would endure a travel of 11 days in constant motion sans sleep.
Post haste set he on this trek – travelling up the River Mekong against the current to some lost place named Xiengkok betwixt Laos and Burma almost to the Border of The People’s Republic of China. After one day straight up the currents he turned his sole to travel overland eastward for 10 more days, during which time he occupied transport modes Omnibus, Modified Pickup Truck and his own feet.
Master Roquemore hiked his self up to the village to meet the hill tribe during the Ceremonial Festival of Melody, Changing and Feasting for the Elderly and Sickly. Here it had been 8 solar months since this community had seen a man of white pigments. With an average 3 to 4 foreigners visiting per year, the next town of any proximity is an environment where there is still daily Agitprop broadcast over crude loudspeakers previously used for air-raid warning systems. Now roughly wired together, from 0600 and periodically through the day, a community news bulletin service led by the controlling party is broadcast.
It was his knowledge of a certain cloth that led this man there, for the Lantaan produce a distinct weave for their traditional dress from locally grown cotton, woven in narrow lengths and twice hand dyed in indigo found in the Indigofera plants of Asia.
There is very little trade of this material, and the tribesmen in fact found it absurd that the lean white Swiss-Texan wanted their textiles, for there it is considered of no value outside the tribe. Jonathan Roquemore then carried these rolls with him over various geographies, waters and altitudes here to Reykjavik where he presented this studio with a new fascination. Thoroughly aware of our fetish and intrigue with the xeno-wefan, Jonathan considered the possibilities of the allotment. Then he left. Without the indigo scrolls. Which we now have.
Here we cut to exactly one year later and in steps the remains of the Bound Skarves; small almost useless slivers of fabric left laying on the table’s surface, their shape recalling a memory of one dear friend, nose broken from a particularly raucous gig, with two spots of blood on his trademarked performance bow tie. For on that day holding his nasal fracture together was the most excellent shape of a dedicated nose plaster. The two shapes in the mind collide, bow tie and broken nose bandage, and reaching for the shelf one hand rests first upon the indigo cotton of the Lan Tan Tribe. Averting gaze from both eyes one remarked: this form is of no good use but for that of the Bow Tie. Post minor surgery, to the machine these residuum were marched.
And here with the endorsement of JR they are combined with a barely yellow Brettisc Cotton bind to bring you these Bow Ties.
The rest is photographed the morning after on a roughed up FM Belfast, stage right, by the raw light shaper – Bjarni Grímsson
*During the Prussian wars of the 17th century Croatian mercenaries held together the openings of their shirts around their necks with a scarf. Then adopted by the French upper class the “Cravat” was derived from the French for “Croat” to become highly popular in the 18th and 19th centuries. It was this Croatian scarf of combat and bloodshed that led to the Bow Tie. Here we salute its dark origins.