Last September I was in one of those Halloween shops that open in malls everywhere and are gone without a trace by November 1. I was looking at packaged costumes of 1950s’ styles, one for boys and one for girls. I was puzzled by the pictures on the packages. What was costume about them? They looked normal to me.
Whenever I think of fifties styles for girls, I think of Juliet Calabro. I don’t know why. I didn’t even know her that well. But I can see her forcefully striding down the hallway, right in front of the office. Her hair is jet black and short. She is wearing a full black skirt with black stockings and pumps. Her blouse is ivory with puffy long sleeves and a lacy front. Is this image real or imagined? I meant to ask her at the reunion.
When I think of fifties styles for boys, I think of Dick Raezer, but the reason this time is obvious. He was arguably the sharpest dresser in our class. Lets see if I got this right. From the top down: A powder blue link-button jacket with French-roll lapels. A pink shirt with French cuffs and a Mr. B collar. A purple Slim-Jim tie. Navy blue thirteen-inch pegs with tunnel loops and a four-inch high rise. A gold Swank key chain down to the knees. Black brogues with pink socks. If a top coat was needed, it was a Six-Button Benny, the best off the Robert Halls’ pipe rack.
What’s costume about that?