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Ackerman delivers his

More equal than others: fashion for men - archive, 1969

Mr Myron Ackerman is trying to give most men a guilt complex. He has discovered two truths which he holds to be self-evident: that all men are created equal, but those who want to be more equal than others spend a great deal of money on clothes; that, in the pursuit of success, it is the over-35s who lead fashion.

It is indisputable that the over-35s have the money. But Mr Ackerman, chairman of the men’s wear company, Chester Barrie, has noticed that they possess “a subtle and sophisticated elegance,” that they “are the truly fashion conscious men of today and are the real trendsetters. This is a somewhat startling development, as ever since the early 30s it has always been the 20-year-olds who set the style.” They are also, of course, customers of Chester Barrie.

Mr coup de grace by listing the wardrobe of “the man who has arrived professionally and is already in the boardroom or knocking on the door. It contains: four medium-weight suits, four light-weight suits, two country suits, two party suits, one lightweight dinner jacket, one silk evening jacket, four leisuretime slacks, and three over-coats. The total cost: approximately £1,150.”

In riposte, I can only throw open my own wardrobe to the public. It is not one in which even the overcoats have overcoats. There are three medium-weight suits, ignoring that double-breasted one in the corner, bought in a euphoric moment after seeing Bonnie and Clyde and worn once. It bulges under the armpits. One lightweight suit. I don’t have a country suit. I’m not even sure what a country suit is; something to wear when going rattin’, I suppose. I own no party suits, although I have a dinner suit. It is not lightweight, but it does have an interesting green mould growing down the front. No silk jacket. No leisure-time slacks. Jeans, of course I have: a white pair, a black pair, and an indeterminate pair with paint stains. Also a blue plasticised-cotton mac. Total cost £150. I’m not sure whether that makes me a success or a failure.

Those who follow the Ackerman line will delight in the Top Room, just opened at the children’s tailors, Rowe’s of Bond Street – a shop once responsible for dressing an entire generation of infant royalty in sailor suits which remains a nannie’s delight. The Top Room is apparently aimed at boys too old for short trousers but not old enough to toddle down to the companion shop, Huntsman’s, for their first Savile Row suit. The buyer, however, hopes it will appeal to our sophisticated mid-30s who may wander upstairs while their children are being fitted down below. They will find good-quality cavalry twills, knitwear, and tweed in rather dull colours. Of course colours are dull, I was told. It is the winter range; the spring clothes will be much brighter.

Meanwhile, I’ll stay with Carnaby Street, or the high fashion of such places as Austin Reed’s Cue and Aquascutum’s Club 92, until the City breaks out into maxi-coats or especially, the furs, warm, cheap, and fun, that the 20-year-olds are wearing.

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The bug of impermanence

Down the mountain after the rest of the big tree, we sit in the gate.

Although it is four p.m., but Beijing's sky is still very hot, looked round shiny surface, who do not want to leave this cool and refreshing green shade.

Suddenly, the daughter says: Mom, watch your step.

I thought it was a how something fierce. Take a closer look, is a very delicate green bug, body length of more than one centimeter a little more. It is the ground trying to crawl with.

Anyway, nothing, I went to this little life has curiosity.

When it is crawling, is always in high arched body, and then move forward. The first step is not easy. Brick edge it along the tree tiled to our side to climb. (prose Network: www.sanwen.net)

In them there are a lot of big and small ants are busy running the.

Her daughter asked: the insects would eat ants?

No, but the ants will eat the poor worm.

At this time, there was an ant on the ground jump chaos, met this bug, estimates that it was this delicious eyes a bit large, so do not stay around in it, immediately rush around, as if to say hello Companions to attack.

My daughter and I are looking forward to this squirmy worms can quickly escape from the life and death. It may also feel the ominous atmosphere around, obviously accelerated creep speed.

But it so its walk for a while, they become anxious. It does not know will decide on what path to follow. Every place is strange. It touched a small piece of withered branches, it crawled over excited. I think it may be from this tree accidentally fell down, it lost its home. Now it smell the taste of the leaves and branches, how can not excited? But did not take two steps, it is found that has gone. It had high explore the upper body looked around, found the front is a stretch as far as eye can see sand, it is running with a black ants. It decided to come back, and then along the brick path, it seems that a little more secure.

It keeps his slight body to look at, and then reluctantly falling down, and then crawled reluctantly. It and go around, watching the sad.

It may be a birth began to dwell in that piece of leaves and branches, it is familiar with that in atmosphere, leaf innocently eating green, with the sun and the aftertaste of the breath of breeze; thirsty sucking point of moisture, the most beautiful of the world as if it is a fine, delicious wine. What good life pursuit? It is thought that this worm is no life without death, boundless. It may never have a chance from parents, grandparents there heard the insects of the history, it may also have never seen the beautiful scenery of the winter snow change unpredictably. It was born as a luxuriant summer, is a world full of dark green, is the warm sunshine.

It didn't think time will flash to the confusing world. It might start thinking about his next step where the road.

But thinking can only increase the pain.  

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The taste of life

From birth, we are destined to irresistible embroiled in a big loss NuHart, loss of time, loss of space, there are many confused trifling thing. This is the life, but also can be said to be born to death between a or long or short time.

Often heard people said: "my life is very delicious." Or is the lament: "life is hard." But I often wonder: life is what taste?

When hungry, see the food will instinctively couldn't help with saliva NuHart, even the thought of eating is also trying hard to swallow slobber. More want to own their own more hungry, hungry, not strong enough words, as long as there are to eat, no matter what, what are willing to. This is eager to taste. Work, especially to do farm work, facing loess back into the air, the hot sun baked, sweating, back pain, feeling unable to bear the heavy collapse. This is tired.

Yangchun in March, enjoying the gentle sunlight, with slight breeze NuHart, humming a melody, have their own love and their love of the people to accompany, mountain climbing, playing with the sea, shopping...... Loitering in the various scenery, linger in the bustling, light like a bird. This is the taste of happiness. The north wind was howling, coldly Piaofei snow, tree grass wilt d-helper, everywhere barren, desolate even a bug shadow also don't see, such a wood to a dead-alive person in like this a silence in moving. This is the lonely, dreary taste.

Nibble a grass, chew slowly, savoring, first is bitter, and later was a little sweet, with grass unique coolness; slow eating a piece of bread, watched a large quietly become smaller, suddenly feel life is a piece of bread, we lost time is to be swallowed bread, finally leaving only full satiety and hunger or were still empty.

Suddenly I found that I fell into a big jar, there are many seasoning packet NuHart, sour, sweet, bitter, hot, there is sour, sweet, bitter, hot in which two or more mixed, there are no words to express. Suddenly feel myself on the roller coaster, ups and downs, the ups and downs. Life is everywhere, we are everywhere in life. But I still don't know what is the exact taste of life.

I am searching, think hard, finally found that life is no taste, or the taste of life Is it right? Taste taste. This is a very strange smell. Do not eat chili, sugar, you are hot, he is also said to be hot, you say is sweet, he is also said to be sweet, everyone's ideas are the same. But when you complain that life is bitter, others do not feel the same, you feel that life is very happy, others might feel life is very bitter.

Maybe life is like a cup of boiling water, add acid, is acid, add sweet, is sweet, with bitter, of course, is the bitter...... You join what flavor, what flavor is. Differ from man to man, but also because of mood.  

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outside the sunflowers

Outside the wall there was a slight breeze, cool wind fluctuations under the wall and students. They are so small, not conspicuous can grow only in the wall, but it is happy, because they love the sun, dotted with a home, the wind, please slowly blowing, spread out the faint fragrance, fragrance far away.

That year, she was five years old. A sunny spring day, her mother, soundless and stirless leave the earth, she knelt to in front of the bed shaking her hand, hope this is not true only normal mother and myself laugh like game. Mother never wake up, at that moment, she knew the pain, tears are like old mother and their intimate smile hung like a face. Father lost his spirit, drinking all day. Perhaps the day of tears, tears dried memories without memory, write on the face full of sadness, people most of the time from her home out of date she quietly up face to see the sun. A group of naughty boys often pass by her door made faces, say in mouth fool fool. On her name. People say the child is too bad, mother, and stupid, she only loved the quiet corner's sweet little flower so unique, even No one shows any interest in still beautiful. The corner of the flowers, she's happy, people could not understand this silly girl happy.

When she was ten years old, home decorate one to many people, the father will be in fine fig restored to their former wind. Flowers from others' comments that father to remarry, her heart unspeakable suffering, but no longer face about, flowers will only with the world, which can care about in there? She was all gone to see, the stepmother has also brought a little brother, father is very like the two new members. The day is out, but the stepmother cannot annoy, she is a chili pepper, Chongqing. People say the flower life is too bitter, school dropout, home to a ten year old child, laundry, cooking, housework, feed the animals. Age the princess in the heaven, she is in hell. Some old people secretly help floret, but bring the stepmother heartless eyes, people dare not. His father was working to turn a deaf ear to reflect back around, he is weak people know. Day to day asleep, sleep, you know. Silly flower wearing old clothes bought before mother, whitening and sparse, be reduced to fragments as the planet once the happy heart.

Have the Spring Festival, fireworks all over the sky, fireworks easy cold, mother loves her in heaven watching her, she believes that will see the mother again. Father is happy, she is happy. So beautiful was at the window watching the. The door is open, the stepmother took the little brother followed by father came, the lights. The watch that son of stepmother suddenly pointed the table said she stole his, how can, it is when the mother had five years old birthday to her. Indisputable, the father's face darkened, five fingers hot printed on the face, it is the father? He knew, no tears, because the stem. The stepmother took the watch in his hand, eyes left ruthless. Little brother made a face of joy away. Today is new year's Eve, family reunion, reunion.

In spring, the river became civilized. The sunflower sprouting, bud.

The stepmother's son and a group of children fish in the river network, the life of the accident around every corner, sometimes comes with the wind. The stepmother son slipped, leaned forward to help children, panic in from all sides. Be angry stepmother just out of the house she was outside the wall shaking, happened to hear the far side of the river for help, she ran and jumped into the water to water his hands toward on the ups and downs in his companion's well saved, convulsions and she did not have the strength to swim ashore. The adult again she rescued from the water, she saw the mother's smile, away from the urban area ambulance for at least an hour, earth approach of village doctors can't bring a patient back to life, let her wake up. From the village on the hillside. A new grave, breeze, and full of sunshine, haven't been able to go home. Go home, why would she save her stepmother's son? Obviously can not save, reason has a million, to save his reason only a small portrait, father gently took home the house, he owed her happiness when it? Blow the wind know, a daughter got the rights for equal life for him, flowers open all over the mountains and plains.  

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