From Ernest Lubitsch’s One Hour With You, 1932 with Maurice Chevallier, Jeanette MacDonald and Genevieve Tobin (writer Samson Raphaelson, from the play Only a Dream by Lothar Schmidt).
“Here—rub a little baby oil into your kisser. If you want to stay young, you have to keep well lubricated.”
“Baby oil? What happened to Nivea?”
“Too greasy. Baby oil soaks right in. It’s the best thing for a man’s face.
“Isn’t baby oil just as greasy?”
My father raised a thick eyebrow. “Listen to me,” he said. “Learn my secrets.”
The funniest writing on dressing that I’ve ever read. Tom Junod’s article My Father’s Fashion Tips appeared in the December 1996 edition of the magazine GQ. Read the entire article at gq.com
At the gravitational centre of the parallel universes of dancing and dressing are one’s shoes. They are practically essential for the former; the sartorial fifth dimension similarly collapses without genuine footwear. I’m referring here to what could be called ‘classic’ footwear. It’s usually leather, goes well with a sports coat, requires polishing and all that. The fourth dimension, by the way, is time.