As a follow-up to our post on Country Club Prep, which was founded by two men who met at the University of Virginia School of Law, we’ll take a look at UVA during the heyday, a subject we haven’t looked at since last Thanksgiving.
Ed Roseberry was a local photographer who chronicled life around Charlottesville, and last year his photos went on display at the school.
Perhaps someone should ferret out the sartorial shots and package them as a kind of “Take Ivy” style chronicle. In the meantime, here’s a sampling. — CS & CC
While researching the Harvard dorm rooms post for Masculine Interiors last week, I came across some student shots from the late ’40s up to 1960 or so. Note filthy sneakers in top image. — CC (Continue)
Today is International Pipe Smoking Day. You don’t need to be a young fogey or Republican to celebrate it, though it probably helps.
Pictured above is a photo that originally appeared in LIFE Magazine in 1963. You can buy a print of it at AllPosters.com where it bears the title “Pipe Smokers Listening to Speech by Senator Barry M. Goldwater at Young Republican Convention.”
Puff away. It’ll help you stay warm. — CC
After nearly six months of silence, the blog known as The Ivy League Look — where commentary by the anonymous curator is “kept to a minimum” — came back with a post yesterday with the 1965 ad above for campus clothes from Benoits.
Head over there to check out the well organized collection of advertisements, photos and articles related to the Ivy heyday.
Times Square, New Year’s Eve, 1964.
Update: A time for greatness indeed. Cuban cigars will become legal for the first time since the Kennedy administration.
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The last in our troika of JFK-themed posts is the announcement of a new book by Taschen. The $150 tome reproduces the article “Superman Comes To The Supermarket,” which Norman Mailer penned for Esquire in 1960. Also included are some 300 photos for the hardcore Camelot fan. Below is Taschen’s description of the book. — CC
With his Hollywood good looks, boundless enthusiasm, and mesmeric media presence, John F. Kennedy was destined to capture the imaginations of the more than 70 million Americans who watched the nation’s first televised presidential debate. Just days after beating out Richard Nixon by the narrowest margin in history, Kennedy himself said, “It was the TV more than anything else that turned the tide.”
But one man begged to differ: writer Norman Mailer, who bragged that his pro-Kennedy treatise, “Superman Comes to the Supermarket,” had “won the election for Kennedy.” The article, published in Esquire magazine just weeks before polls opened, redefined political reporting with Mailer’s frank, first-person voice identifying Kennedy as the “existential hero” who could awaken the nation from its postwar slumber and conformist Eisenhower years. Both Kennedy and New Journalism had arrived.