Casual attire is in. It has been that way for some time now. It's everywhere, and perhaps it's not where you want it to be, but it's made great inroads and has wide acceptance.
It wasn't all that long ago I remember reading a story about Al Hirschfeld, the famous illustrator who drew so many well-liked caricatures of theater people. Mr. Hirschfeld, by virtue of an extremely long and active-duty life, was able to compare many decades of theater life and the look of the people who attended the theater.
Sometime in the 1990s he commented on how it was not at all unusual to see people attend Broadway shows in shorts, collarless shirts, and other forms of dress-down that were in stark contrast to to the tuxedoed days of his earlier life. Which of course would have started sometime in the 1920s.
My friend's father, who had been a booking agent for Loew's Theaters, and later a producer for CBS television, would often attend opening nights on Broadway in the 1960s decked out in a tuxedo. And he wasn't the only one. Women of course wore gowns. It was always the Oscars.
Tuxedos gave way to at least suits, and always ties. And certainly nicely dressed women. This was the world I entered into. A few decades of sporadic theater attendance and my wife and I noticed what Mr. Hirschfeld was commenting on. And it wasn't only Broadway. In Toronto in the year 2000 I distinctly remember a male and female radio personality duo commenting on how they couldn't believe how people were dressing to go to the theater. Well, believe it, I muttered to myself.
So, it was with some happiness that I read that the erosion of dress wasn't completely down to underwear.
A return from a slightly upstate destination always leaves me with something to remember the place by. Usually this occurs from something I read in the local paper. Only this time, it wasn't obituary in source.
It seems a story was coming out of Fairhaven, Massachusetts about a "well-dressed thief" who knocked over a gas station, and was likely the same "remarkably well attired" gent who earlier in the week had done the same to a vitamin store. Apparently the guy stood out. He didn't blend into the crowd.
At the vitamin store robbery he was described as someone who wore a yellow shirt and light-colored slacks. The gas station fellow was described as someone who had on a green shirt and black slacks. No weapon was shown, and no one was hurt.
The polce sergeant said it was unusual for someone to wear his "Sunday best" when pulling these types of jobs.
I was not in Massachusetts at any point during my vacation.
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It wasn't all that long ago I remember reading a story about Al Hirschfeld, the famous illustrator who drew so many well-liked caricatures of theater people. Mr. Hirschfeld, by virtue of an extremely long and active-duty life, was able to compare many decades of theater life and the look of the people who attended the theater.
Sometime in the 1990s he commented on how it was not at all unusual to see people attend Broadway shows in shorts, collarless shirts, and other forms of dress-down that were in stark contrast to to the tuxedoed days of his earlier life. Which of course would have started sometime in the 1920s.
My friend's father, who had been a booking agent for Loew's Theaters, and later a producer for CBS television, would often attend opening nights on Broadway in the 1960s decked out in a tuxedo. And he wasn't the only one. Women of course wore gowns. It was always the Oscars.
Tuxedos gave way to at least suits, and always ties. And certainly nicely dressed women. This was the world I entered into. A few decades of sporadic theater attendance and my wife and I noticed what Mr. Hirschfeld was commenting on. And it wasn't only Broadway. In Toronto in the year 2000 I distinctly remember a male and female radio personality duo commenting on how they couldn't believe how people were dressing to go to the theater. Well, believe it, I muttered to myself.
So, it was with some happiness that I read that the erosion of dress wasn't completely down to underwear.
A return from a slightly upstate destination always leaves me with something to remember the place by. Usually this occurs from something I read in the local paper. Only this time, it wasn't obituary in source.
It seems a story was coming out of Fairhaven, Massachusetts about a "well-dressed thief" who knocked over a gas station, and was likely the same "remarkably well attired" gent who earlier in the week had done the same to a vitamin store. Apparently the guy stood out. He didn't blend into the crowd.
At the vitamin store robbery he was described as someone who wore a yellow shirt and light-colored slacks. The gas station fellow was described as someone who had on a green shirt and black slacks. No weapon was shown, and no one was hurt.
The polce sergeant said it was unusual for someone to wear his "Sunday best" when pulling these types of jobs.
I was not in Massachusetts at any point during my vacation.
http://onofframp.blogspot.com/
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