This, I offer, strictly for, scholarly purposes. I can neither affirm nor deny the veracity of this claim:
"Relying on Marc Grayson for information about style is like relying on the Unabomber for a physics lesson."
-- Anonymous, London Lounge.
Some lyrics written by Pete Meaden for an early incarnation of The Who:
From 'Zoot Suit':
"I'm the hippiest number in town and I'll tell you why,
I'm the snappiest dresser right down to my inch wide tie,
And to get you wise I'll explain it to you,
A few of the things that a face is supposed to do.
I wear zoot suit jacket with side vents five inches long,
I have two-tone brogues yeah you know this is wrong.
But the main thing is unless you're a fool,
Ah you know you gotta know, yeah you know, yeah you gotta be cool.
So all you tickets I just want you to dig me,
With my striped zoot jacket that the sods can plainly see,
So the action lies with all of you guys,
Is how you look in the other, the other, yeah, the other cat's eye."
From I'm the Face':
"Wear ivy league jackets, white buckskin shoes,
I wear ivy league jackets, white buckskin shoes,
So many tickets down the scene honey,
They're like to blow a fuse."
Incorrect use of the tailoring term 'Zoot', but correct use of the word if he means it in a Jazz context.
I pulled these lyrics off a website so don't blame me if they're wrong... 'With my striped zoot jacket that the sods can plainly see' sounds a little iffy. Sods indeed!
Terry: what year or years were those lyrics written? The lines scan like George Frazier's Harvard Blues.
Last edited by Terry Lean (2007-01-19 01:31:38)
The lyrics are '64. The other details are correct.
What year was GF's ditty? Meaden was a magpie so it could all be more than coincidence.
"The enemy of proper dress was fashion."
The great Richard Ellmann, 1987. Writing on Oscar Wilde, but not about him here.
"Lauren says he dreams up worlds, but it's really alchemy. He's taken the sartorial relics of fallen empires and turned them to gold by by focusing on their essential elements of pedigree and style. His products are no chintzy knockoffs of the past; his flannel tennis trousers are every bit as good as those worn on Main Line Philadelphia tennis courts when Ralph's edlers roamed New York's Lower East Side. Yet he's transformed such formerly rare status symbols into commodity products." -- M. Gross, <<Genuine Authentic: The Real Life of Ralph Lauren>>.
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"I assume this started because I posted asking about JLPWCXwhatever/Fogey. I had only looked at his last few posts (lazy) and was simply wondering what happened to him. Upon learning more from reading, I PM'ed Alex and apologized, as my intention was not to stir up any trouble. Knowing what I now do, I have absolutely no problem with that thread being locked. Others who are wondering what I was can go to Fogey on the Members list and read his last week or so of activity, and their questions will be answered without dragging it up in public as I inadvertently did."
Emasculated message board fora poster.
Please, where does he keep them, the testicles he takes?
We should, reunite them to their owners?
I liked 'JLPWCXetc'. I liked 'Fogey' too. Sadly some seem to be too good for this MB world...
Ahhhhh - An enigma!
Standing on the Truman Balcony, whilst looking out on the White House grounds, "I could be President".
--Ralph Lauren
Last edited by Coolidge (2007-02-20 10:48:57)
Last edited by Horace (2007-02-23 10:27:37)
Horace writes of a vanished New York regionalism of the late '50s and early '60s. I was there. The class distinctions were easily cured by a visit to Brooks when your family moved to the Upper East Side or on your entry to a prep (I mean country day) school.
But I don't see much evidence of aspirational dressing any longer. In Michigan, at least, you can count the Alden tassel loafers on one hand.
Regards,
Steven