While I was away in Cape Cod last week, my new “nephew” Al Castiel III crashed at my place so he could attend the Harriman Cup polo tournament on Long Island. What he found was that neo-prep lives, with Harriman putting the H in GTH. Here’s his insufferable report. — CC
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Early last Saturday morning, a gaggle of pastel-clad preppies descended upon New York’s Penn Station. No, there wasn’t an impromptu clambake going down in the Gate 2 waiting area — The 32nd Annual Harriman Cup was about to begin. In a swirl of Nantucket Red and lime green, everyone rushed onto the Long Island Railroad with their LL Bean totes filled with Rose and Veuve for a booze-filled ride. On the train, drinks flowed while other passengers confusedly looked on and scratched their heads. Though, if the LIRR wasn’t up to your standards, you could always use Blade to fly into the match on a helicopter at $275 per seat.
As the respective UVA and Yale polo teams took to the field, the spectators seemed none the wiser. The match was more of a backdrop than anything to the social aspect of the event. Madras, seersucker, Ralph Lauren, Hermes, and Lilly Pulitzer were worn with reckless abandon, with ladies in pairs of Jack Rogers sandals reaching the hundreds in number.
The Harriman Cup acts as a sort of last hurrah of sorts to break out the summer wardrobe in epic (and purposefully garish) proportions, while drinking, tailgating, and dancing during the after-party were all in order. In addition to the cup itself, awards were given for the best-dressed man, woman and couple; best tailgate; best dog; best hat; and best fascinator (still trying to figure that one out). Sponsors included BASK with its piped terrycloth blazers; JP Crickets, maker of velvet slippers; and E. Vogel, bespoke bootmakers, among others. The society gossip site GuestofaGuest was naturally there snapping photos.
In between taking full advantage of the unlimited buffet and bar under the VIP tent [Editor’s note: please explain] and doing an impromptu interview for TheStreet on my outfit choice for the event, I managed to snap a few photos of some looks that caught my eye.
First up is Mark, last year’s best-dressed winner, sporting a vintage Lilly Pulitzer blazer and Stubbs & Wootton slippers, paired with pink shorts. He regularly peruses eBay for go-to-hell blazers from Chipp and Lilly. He discovered Chipp after attending the FIT Ivy Style Symposium, where he also learned of this site.
This young gentleman decided to buck tradition and go for an ascot as instead of a necktie:
Rob in full neo-prep regalia in his Thom Browne rowing-inspired blazer and Vineyard Vines necktie. He’s one of the few technically allowed to wear a rowing blazer (even one by Thom Browne!), as he rowed at University of St. Andrews.
On the right is lifestyle blogger Dean, formerly of the blog ProperkidProblems, staying impartial showing his love for both teams, with friends Josh and Greyson, sporting such items as suede Belgian Shoes and a neckerchief.
FE Castleberry was at the match as well, sporting a seersucker jacket from his new made-to-measure label and some Jackson-Pollock inspired cutoff shorts.
Finally, yours truly (top photo) sported my father’s Ray-Bans from 1982, a go-to-hell jacket from The Andover Shop, Sid Mashburn shirt, and Bass saddle oxfords.
Oh, and UVA took the cup. Not that anyone noticed. — AC3