1960s

Tales From The Twilight: A Yankee Gets A Southern Education In Style

This is the latest in our series of reader anecdotes about the ’60s. If you’d like to participate, please use the contact button above. * * * I graduated from an affluent suburban high school in the mid-Atlantic region in 1963. Although my father owned a men’s clothing store, I was not terribly interested in



John Lewton, Heyday-Era Campus Shop Serving Cornell

Roger Sack, Cornell class of 1962, was a young man who knew clothes. He inherited a sense of style from his father, who, though the son of poor immigrants, shopped at Rogers Peet, Brooks Brothers and Paul Stuart. He was a man of “refined taste,” remembers Sack, whose souvenir from World War II was a


Ten Thousand Men Of Harvard

OK, maybe not ten thousand (as in the school’s fight song), but here are a few. The handsome gent above and below is Aga Khan (no date for photo; Khan graduated in ’59), whose step-mother was Rita Hayworth: Students and professor, 1952: Book fair, 1957: Commencement, 1961: Alumni Day, 1968: This one is captioned “Harvard


Tales From The Twilight: A Preppy Frat In A Time Of Sartorial Anarchy

This is the second installment in our new Tales From The Twilight series, about the final days of the Ivy heyday in the late ’60s. If you were a firsthand witness and would like to share your personal observations, please use the contact button above. * * * Your article about “sartorial anarchy” reminded me


Tales From The Twilight: Request For Reader Submissions

The past couple of days discussion in the comments section has turned to the decline of the Ivy heyday. The stance here at Ivy Style HQ is that 1967 was either the beginning of the end, or the end of the end. The top photo is from the heyday, when college men sported jackets and


March Tradness

In honor of March Madness, which begins today, Ivy-Style pays tribute to Bill Bradley, the 1965 National Player of the Year for Princeton. At the time, the school had produced more American presidents than basketball All-Americans. Bradley made the cover of the December 7th, 1964 issue of Sports Illustrated, complete with classic Princeton haircut. (Shot


Midnight Frolic: New Year’s Eve, 1965

Here’s to happy smooching at the stroke of midnight, just like they did half a century ago. If she says, “Kiss me, stupid,” you can assume it’s consensual. Photo by Joel Meyerowitz. Happy New Year from Ivy Style! — CC


Chipp Wit: The Psychiatric Corps And Other Faux Regi-“Mental” Ties

Here’s a curtain call for our pre-Christmas posts on rep ties and their affiliations in the UK. Paul Winston, whose family operated the Chipp brand, originally posted this on his blog back in 2010. — CS * * * A Yale graduate would not put a Harvard blazer badge on his/her jacket. But we here


Campus Christmas, 1965

The photo above is from Rice University, 1965. Let’s hope this wasn’t taken on Christmas Eve, with this poor fellow the only one left on campus when everyone else was home for the holidays. Note that 50 years ago Christmas trees could still be placed in public spaces on college campuses, and anyone who felt


Don’t Fence Me In

And don’t fence me out, for that matter. Pictured above is Fence Club, one of Yale’s most exclusive, here in all its Old Boys’ Club glory/infamy in 1960. When the club closed in 1973, the Palm Beach Daily News wrote the following, highlighting one of the eternal truths when it comes to exclusivity. Still going



Esquire’s League Of The Ivy Look, 1961

Esquire recently made its entire archival history available online. For a mere $4.99 per month you can digitally browse every issue it ever published. I’m sure the folks at Hearst Media wouldn’t mind if we occasionally share the findings, as long as we give Esquire Classic a free plug. The image above is a two-page


A Trad Community In Cape Cod

With apologies to Patti Page, if you’re fond of sand dunes and salty air, you’re sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod Community College. Or at least be intrigued by the photos taken on campus from 1961-1966. We don’t usually drill down to the community college level, but oddly enough, due to the


Bay Rum, The Scent Of Madison Avenue

Today is National Rum Day, the perfect excuse to revisit one of the bay rum stories from our archive. Although this post ran a mere two years ago, it was actually written several before that. No idea if bay rum improves with age (nor my writing, for that matter), but I’m pretty sure rum does.


Dinner For One Please, James: The ’60s Bachelor Cookbook, Updated

    A couple of years ago we featured this post from James Kraus, whose most recent contribution was the write-up on Playboy’s architectural designs from the ’50s and ’60s (which actually ran on Masculine Interiors). Previously Kraus’ bachelor cookbook was only available on iPad, but it recently became available for iPhone thanks to the iOS


Mr. Dee Cee Trads With Ivy Styling

Recently a reader alerted us to a pair of deadstock pants for sale on Etsy. They’ve been scooped up, alas, but that needn’t stop us from examining them. The cotton-polyester trousers come from a Main Street clothier called The Washington Manfuacturing Company of Nashville, TN. It began making workwear and trademarked the name “Dee Cee”


O Say Can You See?

… love beads and oxford cloth? Screenshot from the Monterey Pop Festival documentary, submitted by contributor J. Kraus. Date: summer 1967, the year of the fall of the Ivy League Look. Happy Birthday, America. — CC


Six Years Ago — License Revoked: John Gavin, Almost a 007

As part of our regular new series revisiting topics from the early years, here’s a fresh look at this post that originally ran in June 2009. * * * Take a look at the guy above: Mild-mannered schoolteacher, or James Bond, license to kill? Providing Ivy Infotainment comes with constant pressure to dig up fresh


Six Years Ago: Haole Spirit

As we approach our 1,200th post, I’m going to start giving some of the early ones an encore in a regular series of reposts from five, six and seven years ago. This one originally ran on this day in 2009, and concerns heyday-era Ivy in unexpected places (or maybe not), as well as the interesting


No Picture

Just Give Them Some Space: The Astronaut Wives Club

When one door closes, the saying goes, another one opens. Or when one TV show ends, another begins. In our case, farewell “Mad Men” and welcome to earth “The Astonaut Wives Club.” ABC is currently advertising the series, which is set during the ’60s Space Race; it will debut in June.


Boys Town

As we approach our 1,200th post, I suppose it’s inevitable that we start recycling things every once in a while. It offers those of us who’ve been here all along to revisit certain topics (I’m certainly at the stage where I’ve forgotten half the stuff on here), while giving new readers the chance to see


Penny Loafers And Alligator Belts

This morning Ivy Style awoke to a tweet from Warren Bingham giving us a head’s up about a great article in the latest issue of Charlotte Magazine. Entitled “Penny Loafers And Alligator Belts” and written by Cole Waddell, it recounts his time in the early ’60s working in the university department at men’s store Tate-Brown.