I was dressed in my best Mao jacket and ready to leave by six o'clock.

A slender, middle-aged man dressed in a Mao jacket and trousers stood in front of the violently twisting body.

The legendary Shanghai tailor, it seems, has survived the era of Mao jackets.

There were many pretty jackets, including a Mao jacket in white with a contrasting tan collar.

Above the table on the far wall hangs a photograph of the Chairman, his Mao jacket buttoned to the neck, swinging a paddle.

A second woman, wearing a pea green Mao jacket and combing her waist-length hair, steps forward.

Its snout and hooves dragged behind a slight man in a Mao jacket who pedaled through the gray morning.

I understand that under those Mao jackets there were frequently bits of colorful clothing that reflected more private choices.

He puts on a Mao jacket and a worker's cap, with visor and ear flaps.

The Mao jacket, a high-collared jacket with four pockets, is back in vogue.