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 use of the term “Ivy League” in contemporary fashion nomenclature. — CC
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Of the many things from Ivy’s heyday that would seem laughably absurd today, the contents of this post probably top the list.
The 1964 film “Ride the Wild Surf” centers around big wave riding in Hawaii’s Waimea Bay. Pictured above are the three male leads, who’ve just stepped off the plane from California and gone straight to the beach.
That’s right: The mainlander on the left embarked on his surfin’ safari wearing a cream jacket with white pants, necktie and pocket square, and loafers with no socks.
Chase Colton (played by Peter Brown) is quickly nicknamed “Ivy League” by his love interest (Barbara Eden) for looking “so scrubbed and solid and superior.” Colton is pictured above with his less sartorially distinguished surf buddies, played by Tab Hunter and Fabian.
Turns out Colton attends a small private college in Southern California founded by his grandfather. Since sharing the founder’s last name gets him nothing but hazing from the other guys, Colton wants to transfer back east where he thinks he — and his sunbleached hair and deep tan — would be more anonymous.
At the big luau Colton gets two shirts ruined by Eden, then complains that he’s down to his last clean oxford-cloth buttondown. So much for blending in with the locals. — CC
Deep Google searches on the phrase “Take Ivy” often return an image of a mysterious green VHS cassette with art from illustrator Kazuo Hozumi — evoking fantasties that the mythic 1965 film was once available as a commercial release. Six months ago, a former VAN Jacket employee handed me this very videotape after cleaning out his closet and told me to figure out what it was. This was exciting — a lost relic of Japanese Ivy history!
The text on the cover revealed that the video was actually from 1984, made for the 30th anniversary of Men’s Club magazine. I pulled my VCR out of storage to do a proper screening.
After watching the entire video, I can report back that Take Ivy 1984 is the trad equivalent of Al Capone’s vault — 59 minutes of nothing.
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 things they might have missed.
This post originally ran in May of 2009, and came up in conversation the other day with friend and colleague Bruce Boyer, mostly apropos of college mating rituals. Given that it’s springtime I thought it worth reposting, and the contrast in music from then (highbrow avant-garde) to now (twerking lowbrow) still fascinates. — CC
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As a follow-up to our previous post on George Hamilton, Ivy-Style looks at 1960’s “Where the Boys Are,” in which Hamilton plays a rich college boy on Spring Break in Fort Lauderdale at the dawn of the Sexual Revolution. (Continue)
In contrast to his wide-lapelled and groovy necktie-wearing partner (played by a young Michael Douglas), Mike Stone was a throwback to an earlier era in his fedora (only fogeys wore hats at the time), buttondown shirts, cardigans and traditional neckties. To all the hippies on Haight-Ashbury, he would’ve been the very embodiment of The Establishment.
Turns out the anniversary of Malden’s birth was yesterday. Here’s a small gallery to the cop they would’ve trusted in Pacific Heights. — CC (Continue)