"When I was in elementary school, my mother would pick out my shirt for my annual school photo. As the third of three boys, many of my shirts were passed down to me from my older brothers. Without realizing it, my mother chose a bright red Polo shirt each year.”

"My husband and I are fashion lovers. There are certain pieces we’ve acquired through our travels that will stay with us forever, like this limited-edition Polo mash-up patchwork. It represents history. It’s kind of like wearing the greatest hits of that era.”

"Given the rigors of my profession, clothes take a beating. Most of us wear scrubs, but I find that I can wear a Ralph Lauren Polo shirt or cashmere sweater and be completely comfortable. Just a little Ralph Lauren makes me feel beautiful and feminine.”

"Growing up straddled between two cultures—Kuwaiti and American—and trying to find common ground was sometimes difficult, but what I found as a unifier was that iconic little Ralph Lauren Pony. Both sides of my family chose to wear it, but what I remember most was the way my father wore it in Kuwait on his crisp white Polo shirt.”

"It turned out to be a classic New York City summer night that I would never forget. Aside from getting some paint on my fingers and dirt on the inside of my Polo shirt (I turned it inside out to paint), I came out of the train station fairly clean and presentable. Reliving this moment makes me wonder, where is that Polo shirt now?”

"I wanted a Polo shirt so badly, but my Mom said, ‘No, next year. You’re not old enough.’ A year later on the first day of fourth grade I wore a yellow Ralph Lauren Polo shirt. The one I’m holding reminds me of that first one. It’s been around for years, worn, and ripped and mended and splattered, but it represents the promise my mother made and kept.”

"My husband and I are blessed to live in a remote part of Jackson Hole, Wyoming. Ranching and horses [are] every part of our lives. [For us,] the Polo shirt is such a classic, something that doesn’t change with the fads, that lasts long and fits well … and has, of course, the symbol of man and horse working in harmony.”

“As a kid, I had a difficult time fitting in at my fancy-pants private school. I was surrounded by a totally different fashion-forward breed. Now that I was attending a private school, my mom couldn’t afford ‘nice’ clothes. But, while roaming Sears one day, I came across a Polo shirt for a mere $4.99. As I looked closer, I realized it wasn’t a real Polo but a knockoff. Still, for the next few weeks, I wore that shirt with pride as often as possible. One day, the school’s Queen Bee belted out ‘That’s not a real Polo!’ I had been ousted from the cool club. In my late-twenties, I finally bought my first real Polo, blue with an orange polo player. I remember feeling like an imposter the first day I wore it, but over time, the feeling faded. I didn’t think about what it meant to wear a Polo shirt, I just came to love the thing. It just came to be part of my wardrobe, something that always worked.”

“Originally from New York City, seven years ago I moved with my family to a farm in Hartland, Vermont. Living closer to nature and raising animals, I now have a huge passion for reversing the terrible effects of climate change. I suggested to our school that we create an independent study program, and mine was all about educating the middle school on climate change, since almost no one knew what it was. I worked on the curriculum for months before presenting lessons to the kids about the lasting effects, causes, and everyday ways we can help. When I heard about Ralph Lauren’s Earth Polo, I thought that would be the perfect thing to wear during my presentation and a great way to demonstrate how not only what we do, but what we wear can have an impact on the future of the Earth.”

“When I started to pick out my own clothes, I wanted a Polo shirt. The classic Polo shirts were in vogue, and I wanted one. I grew up in Wilson County, rural North Carolina, and came from a frugal family. We were taught to only get what we needed. I don’t remember exactly how much Polo shirts cost at that time, but they were certainly more than my mother was willing to pay. She did agree to buy the cheaper brand, but for me, it was the Polo man on the horse or nothing. To her credit, she put a compromise on the table. She would give me the amount of money equal to the cheaper shirt, and if I wanted the Polo, I would have to come up with the rest of the money by doing extra chores. I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned, and finally, I got my Polo shirt. I couldn’t wait to wear it and ‘pop’ the collar. I outgrew the shirt, but the lesson is with me forever. Even now, years later, I save my money to buy what I want versus settling.”