The last chapter. The city and work and shades of the first Thomas Crown Affair with straw hats and sunglasses. Despite a heat you can almost feel -- everyone looks crisp and cool. I wonder about the photo selection for the book and what was left out. Where are those images? Lost forever I suppose.
I took a pair of Duck Head Khakis to Mr Peppino the tailor. I handed him this book and as he flipped though it I told him, "That's what I want these pants to look like, Mr Peppino. You know...1965." He smiled and said, "But I wasn't born yet."
Somewhere inside me there's a longing for these days I remember as a kid. It's like watching Anita O'Day on stage at the '58 Newport Jazz Festival. You wish you could've been there - -You would give anything to have been there. To reminisce about an impossibility is always sad. So, you do what you can. Like having a pair of khakis tapered and pegged and just a tad on the hi-water side.