"In the mid-fifties, Miles took to the Ivy League look in fashion, having his clothes made at the epicenter of preppy fashion, the Andover Shop in Cambridge’s Harvard Square, where tailor Charlie Davidson dressed him in jackets of English tweed or madras with narrow lapels and natural shoulder, woolen or chino trousers, broadcloath shirts with button-down collars, thin knit or rep ties, and Bass Weejun loafers. It was a look that redefined cool and shook those who thought they were in the know. Some like Boston Herald columnist George Frazier, reacted badly. Calling him “the Whilom War Lord of the Weejuns,” he accused Davis of no longer being cool, but of merely showing off…in fact, of having become a ‘fink.’"
"I’ve never been a fan of ‘yes sir’ and ‘no sir’. Enough with all that pussy cunt shit."
C. Davidson on customer service
"Recently, Charlie Davidson of the Andover Shop told me Brooks Brothers ‘is dead’ adding, ‘it looks like an Italian department store.’"
"Let me tell you something, John. The whole Thom Browne skinny-f*ggy suit shit is over. It’s dead."
C. Davidson speaking to The Trad
"Maybe the sheep caught the clap or something. Don’t worry, it won’t rub off on you."
C. Davidson, to a customer complaining about pilling on his Shetland sweater.
"I’d cuff my boxer shorts if I could."
Charlie Davidson, when asked if he prefers cuffs.
George also spent a great deal of time back in Boston through these years—mostly at his father’s house in West Roxbury….but now and again at Charlie Davidson’s home in Belmont. Davidson was proprietor of the Andover Shop, a men’s clothing store in Harvard Square. He was a close friend of Charlie Bourgeois and George Wein, and frist met Frazier at Storyville about the time of the Lee Wiley Adventure. The two men became fast friends. They discovered that their tastes in clothes, jazz, books, and good times were very nearly identical. Through the last fifteen years of Frazier’s life, Charlie Davidson was his closest friend and only confidant.
It is not unfair to suggest that Charlie taught George Frazier everything he knew about clothes. Though George had always been a natty dresser, he never tried to pass himself off as an expert in the field until he got to know Davidson and started picking his brain. Davidson would take Frazier with him on buying trips to New York. In the Andover Shop, George would stand at Davidson’s side as he watched his tailors cut the cloath for a coat or suit. Davidson was a big help in the preparation of George’s “The Art of Wearing Clothes,” a 10,000-word piece of men’s fashion that ran in Esquire in September 1960."
an excerpt from Chas. Fountain’s Another Man’s Poison: The Life and Writing of Columnist George Frazier
"I must apologize to Davidson, who is not the man I’ve hated since 2003. It’s the other guy at the Andover Shop, with more hair."
"Is this the same “Andover Shop” that’s on Holyoke St? That place is awesome. A few years ago my baggage got “lost” by United on a flight up for an interview, and I was wearing a t-shirt, breakaway pants, and sandals from the flight. I needed cheap clothing for the interview so I asked some people on the street where a few clothing stores were. Hah. I went in there, took one look, and immediately turned around. This extraordinarily old guy stopped me and asked me why I was in such a hurry; I explained my situation, and after a few awkward minutes, he started chuckling and gave me directions to the mall. He seemed pretty friendly to me. And I’m far from a WASP being, well, Korean."
I was surprised how small the place is - my hotel room is actually bigger. I started to look around and immediately started to pick up a weird vibe from the staff. I don’t know the names so I will give descriptions. First guy, looked like a shorter version of Fred Gwynn of Munsters fame. Second guy, harried looking weasel faced gent. Last guy, short, old, has artificial voicebox (owner I believe). Turns out, asking questions at the Andover Shop gets you thrown out.
I am not kidding.
Now, I am not talking about questions about their wives’ favorite sexual postions or if they screw goats. I mean questions like “Do you have the Thurston braces in boxcloth?”, “Is this suit made by Samuelsohn?” and “Do you have a measuring tape I can use?” [I wanted to get some pocket squares but I wanted to make sure they were big enough and Fred Gwynn didn’t know their dimensions] That last question got me tossed from the store. Weasel face guy started yelling at me and cancer throat guy told me to leave. I kept my composure and asked if I had somehow offended them. What exactly had I done wrong? Cancer throat just kept muttering and shaking his head in disgust."
StyleForum member NukeMeSlowly, on how he got tossed out of The Andover Shop after asking too many questions, the last being, you should note, whether he can have a measuring tape so he could measure pocket squares.