Tweed and gentry

Do your children aspire to more?

Do they look forward to coldly regarding your Guatemalan housekeeper Rosita while on their way out the door to go to Butter in the Meatpacking District? Do they not want suede Oxford to touch the sidewalk as they jaunt from townhouse lobby to Escalade carpeting? Do they plan on coasting into Brown on their parents' good name while enjoying nights of snorting coke off underclassmen's hipbones?

If you answered yes to any of the above, then Hickey Freeman children's line is for your discerning progeny. If your spoiled brood care enough to live in an inherited world of rarified air where their privilege insulates them from work, then they should at least dress the part.

[Ed. note: Ad runs as is, from today's New York Times -- no Photoshop chicanery required to get those kids to look that way.]