I love piping on a shirt. It feels so French to me, probably because of that knack the Fnch have for making special. A certain attention to detail. Every meal is an event, every shopping excursion, every…well, pretty much everything. You can have a plain white shirt, which is cool and elegant in and of itself, and then you can have a white shirt with a slight edge. The designer Agnes B excels ar this sort of thing. I excelled at it when I was a child enrolled at a private school on the Upper East Side. We had a uniform, a pinafore, and with that pinafore I wore a series of white shirts, all carefully chosen by my exacting mother, all with Peter Pan collars edged in red or some other primary color. To match the uniform, of course.
