From the Editor: The Social Network
Photograph: Bob Capazzo
A lot of you have probably seen or at least heard of the “You know you’re from Greenwich if” page on Facebook. It’s filled with comments like:
“If you remember the Pickwick Arms Hotel at the top of the Avenue.”
“If you remember when the Mianus River Bridge collapsed.”
I’m sure if you scroll down long enough you’ll come across: “If you remember dancing school on Friday nights with Mr. Paige and Ms. Sherwood.”
Dancing School was a rite of passage in our middle school years. Girls had to wear white gloves and curtsey and boys had to wear jackets and ties and bow. We learned dances like the foxtrot and cha cha cha. Given that this was the 1980s, the whole thing seemed rather antiquated. (And I can’t recall the last time I saw a woman curtsey upon her entrance to a fundraiser.) But then again, I don’t think these classes were actually about mastering the foxtrot or the proper curtsey. They were about fostering social etiquette, helping to pave the way for us to become adults in the social world. Whether or not they worked kind of depends on who you talk to.
In this, our first annual Social Issue, we take you back to an era when women did wear white gloves and curtsey. It was also a time when a new black suit, called the tuxedo, came onto the scene. Though it has obvious connections to Tuxedo Park, New York, you’ll be surprised, maybe shocked, to learn about the salacious (and royal) Greenwich ties to this iconic formalwear staple (It’s Not All Black & White, page 69).
In All Dressed Up With Everywhere to Go! (page 56), the tuxedo takes a backseat to the fantastic fashion of the women of today. Here, we round up some of the best looks we’ve seen during this past social season—yes, there is even a pair of long white gloves. And in Fabulous Fetes (page 76) we are reminded of all the fun we have had at these colorful events—from live camels and Ferris wheels to celeb sightings and an elegant dinner in an airplane hangar.
I wonder whatever happened to Mr. French and Ms. Sherwood. I think the closest kids today come to the foxtrot is watching an episode of Dancing with the Stars. But at least those white gloves have made a comeback.