Word: wearers
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...covered-up look. Not new this season but newly popular is the high-cut suit. What happens in back is comparatively unimportant; it can plunge deep down, stopping just short of winning its wearer a summons for indecent exposure, or it can shroud the little lady from her shoulder blades down. What matters is that the front of the suit be cut (boat-necked, V-necked or square) as close to the clavicle as possible without inducing strangulation...
...Tops. Most in of all is the loose-fitting, blouson top. To the male eye, it looks like a sad sack, but to the female wearer it has advantages. Depending on the wearer's particular problem, she may either remain beach-bound, confident that her figure will go undetected under such bulk, or plunge headlong into the sea, secure in the knowledge that a wet blouson clings like Saran Wrap; one fast ocean dip and what was hidden is made spectacularly manifest...
Only Nature Counts. The kinship of his harlequin colors seems miraculous. Foliage flutters before the eye like scurrying butterflies. An overcoat lying on a chair takes on the bulk and presence of its wearer. A still life of skulls-piled more like strange fruit than memento mori-melts their contours into the curves of a parti-colored tablecloth in a haunting arabesque...
West German papers are filled with such agency-placed ads as "A heart to give away-am 39, 160 [centimeters tall], alone, not ugly, but wearer of glasses," or "Hello, hello! What young man between 35 and 45 would like to try his happiness with me?" Agencies make a paunchy male sound like a Wagnerian superman, a wilting wallflower a paragon of charm and virtue. Many agencies put love on a chain-store basis, increasing the chance for a successful match by trading clients among as many as 32 branches. Drawing clients from every class and profession, marriage brokers account...
...wore toupees were once as few and far between as the strands of their own hair. To the wearer it was all a matter of secrecy and shame, and to onlookers a cause for thunderous hilarity; the next best thing to seeing a man slip on a banana peel was watching the wind lift the wig off his glittering skull. Neither disgraceful nor comic any more, toupees are big business in the U.S. today. They are worn not only by matinee idols whose afternoons are fast fading into dusk, but also by many a man who lost his comb...