Word: tweeds
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Verba, who bought his first tweed jacket when he was an undergraduate at Harvard, said he thought M magazine chose him for the photo feature because "I haven't changed what I've been wearing over the years since my undergraduate days." He said he's thinks he's had the pictured jacket since college...
...into Grenada to heighten civic awareness and get out the vote. Local taxi drivers were paid as much as $130 on election day for carrying citizens to the polls. The assistance was nonpartisan, but the enlarged turnout probably helped Blaize to defeat the remnants of Gairy's Boss Tweed-style political machine...
...Bean kind of town. On second thought, that may be a little narrow. It is a Bean-Gokeys-Orvis-Eddie Bauer-Lands' End kind of town; it spreads its trade around. Topsiders, penny loafers, khaki pants, monogrammed sweaters, oxford-cloth shirts, lamb suede jackets and the ever present tweed, to say nothing of argyle socks, contribute heavily to the Easton uniform. Easton was preppie when preppie wasn't cool. Ducks embellish its mailboxes; there are ducks on its welcome mats. It is a place of fine old houses hugging tidy streets. Well-fed cats walk its alleys with...
...takes tea with earls as easily as he takes the lead down the stretch. When he doffs his racing silks, he often dons a fine tweed jacket (courtesy of his Savile Row tailor) or a cashmere sweater and, yes, an ascot on occasion. If he is not on the track, he might be found on a golf course or perhaps riding to hounds with the local gentry. His manners are impeccable, complemented by a bearing that is slightly distant. His accent is what practiced observers of the Anglo-American scene have always called, with a touch of condescension, mid-Atlantic...
...traditional, more conventional. Young men are getting their hair cut short. "One minute I was wearing Betsey Johnson sex clothes, the next I only had eyes for a nice Burberry," wrote Style Columnist Cynthia Heimel in Manhattan's Village Voice this month. "And gray flannel pleated trousers. Harris-tweed jackets. Simple shirtwaists in unsullied cotton . . . You know what this means, don't you? It means that people are going to be voting for Ronald Reagan again...