How did personal taste and idiosyncrasy fit within J. Press offerings and customer consultations when the business was family owned? Here is a digest of three generations of Presses who made the rules and sometimes broke them.
Before World War I, York Street in New Haven was lined by custom tailors who also dabbled in furnishings to meet the requirements of the students and faculty they served. My grandfather, Jacobi Press, tailored three-piece tweed, flannel and worsted suits for them, always searching for new resources in the British Isles to distinguish his fare from the competition. Suits were the order of the day. Single-breasted blue blazers were the only unmatched jackets he offered, usually accompanied by grey flannel trousers, whipcords or white duck trousers, the singular uniform for resort wear.
The Guns of August impelled my grandfather to break with tradition. Foreseeing the possibility of a trade embargo, he boosted his stock of English merchandise before America’s entry into World War I. During the war, his civilian trade evaporated and domestic gabardine was the fabric used for the for military officers uniforms he tailored during the duration. At war’s end he was faced with a grossly unequal quantity of tweeds and flannels mixed with unlikely gabardine remainders from uniforms that were impossible to divide into suits. His solution was to make up odd tweed jackets separately and accompany them with odd grey flannels and gabardine trousers. Yale customers cheered the new look, which became a uniform of choice for the tables down at Mory’s.
After World War II, the GI Bill of Rights heated up a simmering melting pot for those not born into the white-shoe traditions of the Ivy League. The exploding population of veterans chose to adopt the historical wardrobe of their campus peers, making it their own, and revolutionizing the retail requirements of the campus stores. Jacobi’s sons, Irving and my father Paul, engineered a deep stock of ready-to-wear clothing made exclusively for J. Press with favorable prices fitting the limited budgets of non-trust fund Ivy Leaguers. The Ivy League Look was not only the wardrobe of choice for Joe College. The coffers of corporate America were teeming with Ivy graduates on Madison Avenue, Wall Street and councils of power during the 1950s heyday of The American Century.
Delineating J. Press from other Ivy retailers, the Press brothers conceived of a variety of signatures setting their wares apart from that of others. Center hook vents were the trademark on all suits and sportcoats. High gorge lapels deftly accommodated the soft J. Press shoulder. Full-body dress shirts camouflaged muscular torsos of varsity football players, together with the beer bellies of their boozer buddies. The cognoscenti identified with the snob appeal of flap pockets on every J. Press shirt. Ready-to-wear sportcoats and suits promoted soft finished fabrics of understated coloring. Black was verboten, restricted for formal wear. Neckwear categories were selected from across the pond by Irving Press. He made certain his choices were restricted to J. Press, unavailable elsewhere in the United States. Irish poplins, ancient madders, English reps, wool challis, and India madras were made especially for the Press boys. Irving designed and trademarked the famous Shaggy Dog brushed Shetland sweaters, hand-brushed at home by Drumohr of Scotland.
Tradition is not unbending. I left Dartmouth for a stint in the army before entering the family business in 1960, the dawn of JFK’s New Frontier. Changes I orchestrated for the new era were often met by clashes with my father and uncle, who were determined to maintain the look of past times. My goal was to engage the enthusiasm of the corporate non-Ivy grad Mad Men in our Ivy meat market on 16 East 44th Street.
Non-Ivy Leaguers had been previously neglected and I respected their preference for two-button, front-darted suits in the New York store. Tradition had roots not necessarily reflected at the time, but were standard in the 1930s. Four-inch wide ties reflected demands from the Racquet and Tennis clubbers sporting their father’s vintage clothing stolen from family trunks. Against the senior Presses I insisted on their presence. Uncle Irving threatened me, “You pay for every damn one we don’t sell.” Newscaster Walter Cronkite spotted them about town. I appeared on his show even beating Ralph Lauren to the wide-tie punch. Lilly Pulitzer approached us and designed caricatures for us with Yale Bulldogs, Dartmouth Indians, Princeton Tigers, and the whole Ivy caboodle.
We nudged India madras ties into wraparound belts for summer wear. Tussah silk button-down shirts made their debut as a scrappy formal dress shirt with black studs. Taking a cue from 1930s Gentleman’s Quarterly, we revived wing-collar shirts, formerly for white tie only as standard accompanying black tie for evening formalwear.
Hosiery meant socks and garters. Jacket length was at the tip of a clenched fist. Forty regular jackets had a forty-inch chest. Idiosyncratic customers chose custom for peak lapels, side vents, roped shoulders, and Duke of Windsor fabrics, but stayed in the Press camp out of loyalty and respect for the quality inherent in all offerings.
My grandfather’s family’s rabbinical tradition died in the shtetl when he came to America, but the taste and style he and his sons promoted in the twentieth century is today brought forth by the dedicated team that took over the family business nearly a third of a century. As the surviving family member still on the playing field, I bear testimony to the ongoing foundational carry through still banging the drum slowly.
Always a great read and glimpse into the past. Keep up the great snippets for us Richard! Love the timelessness of your wares.
Fascinating! Love the historical context.
The diamond pattern four-inch wool challis J. Press tie I purchased in New Haven is memorialized in my 10th anniversary DePauw University alumni picture of 1977.
I believe the Ivy League grads after the Second World War filled with money, and not with their own bodies, the coffers of corporate America.
Your family has not abandoned its rabbinical tradition. This is demonstrated by the hairsplitting disputations and “pilpul” that you had with your Uncle Irving and by the fact that you continue to be arbiters and preservers of ancient tradition. (Well, not quite that ancient, but you know what I mean….)
Bravo, Sir. Best one yet.
Just keep doing what you’re doing, because, you’re doing it right! Stir the best,
Try to buck the current trends of “skimpy” cuts as a benchmark of good tailoring.
“The cognoscenti identified with the snob appeal of flap pockets on every J. Press shirt. " As was also the case with Brooks Brothers shirts, which had no pockets at all! (A style tradition they are now bringing back.) Moreover, the blue oxford shirt from Brooks was of a distinctly darker shade than anyone else’s.