>> Ah, the Safari Suit AC. Very comfortable in warm climates and could be quite smart if tailored.
They didn't call them that in the forties in Asia. Nor were they often tailored, nor to my embarassed child's eye did they look anything but ghastly. I wore shorts. Grownups didn't, or shouldn't have anyway. And they were a much paler, washed-out khaki than your skeet-shooting buddy's safari suit.
My old man had a driver for long journeys or small errands and so on. He very sensibly wore a white sarong and drove I seem to remember with his bare feet.
Those white lounge lizard dinner jackets looked OK though, with proper knee-hiding strides and a red cummerbund... I liked it when they gave parties, ponceville...
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