Showing posts with label style. Show all posts
Showing posts with label style. Show all posts

Friday, April 1, 2011

Balenciaga: The Sculptor of Couture

Balenciaga silk evening dress, 1967. Photo courtesy De Young Museum.

I've just returned from a visit to San Francisco's De Young Museum and an exhibit there called "Balenciaga and Spain." It features the designs of Cristóbal Balenciaga, a couturier other designers called "Fashion's Picasso" thanks in part to his Spanish origins as well as his modernistic style. He had a Paris atelier beginning in 1937, when he moved to France from Spain, and remained in business there until he retired in 1968.

During those three decades, his exquisite and idiosyncratic clothes appeared on all the best-dressed women of the era: Gloria Guinness, Kitty Carlisle Hart, Ava Gardner, and Doris Duke among many others.

Scarlet silk evening coat by Balenciaga, 1950.

The exhibit traces the roots of Balenciaga's design influences to the clothing of his native Spain--the bullfighter's sequined bolero, the priest's cassock, the fisherman's simple blouse, the balloon sleeves of Goya paintings, the veils of Moorish women.

My friend and I marveled at the cut of the gowns and the tiny seams he made throughout each dress so the fabric would hang just so. He designed the clothes and then cut the costume to the customer. What a delight it must have been for these women to step into one of his dresses for an evening of--well, it would have to be an evening of caviar and champagne, one would certainly hope.

I have been under the impression for some time that the famous red and black dress Eva Marie Saint wears in North by Northwest was a Balenciaga. Something about the cut of the dress and the red roses on the black field remind me of a Spanish shawl.

Eva Marie Saint posing in her famous North by Northwest dress.

Saint says she and Hitchcock bought the famous dress when they saw it on a model at Bergdorf's in New York, and Bergdorf Goodman was a rare purveyor in America of Balenciaga designs. In any case, I can't prove it, and after several hours of researching this on the Internet I still don't know. But that dress was very Balenciaga-esque.

Saint wearing the dress in the hotel scene in the film.

I had always read that the insides of these couturier dresses were as beautiful as the outside--fitted and boned and sewn so perfectly a lady wouldn't have to wear much underneath to cinch her in or prop her up. And indeed, they displayed one dress with the zipper open, just to prove the point. (Just think of the money one would save on lingerie.)

Embroidered ivory silk evening dress with bronze silk sash, 1950.

A version of this exhibit has been shown in Spain and in New York, so it is possible it might come to a museum near you. It speaks of an era just after World War II, when women were happy to be dressing up again after the deprivations and rationing of the wartime years. Both women and fashion were in the midst of liberation and change in the 1950s and 1960s. But both were still allowed to be beautiful.

The black velvet sheath with the silver sequins down the side was owned by Kitty Carlisle Hart--star of A Night At the Opera, and, later, widow of playwright Moss Hart.

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Wednesday, March 23, 2011

America: The Nation of Bad Clothes

Clothes are a trivial subject. But take a trip anywhere USA and the clothes you see in airports are almost as bad as the food.

The world is falling apart all around us. Earthquakes, tsunamis, exploding nuclear power plants, everyone in the Middle East killing everyone else. It makes a person feel helpless. Which is probably why the only thing I can do today is focus on my favorite trivial subject of late: the American lack of style.

Stroll through an airport. Walk through a mall. Go to church and watch the folks file up to take the Holy Sacrament. If you let your mind wander during the hymn, you'll be frightened enough to convert: the clothes are really awful! I can't figure it out. Why are we so rich and looking so bad? I know this is shallow. I hate myself for caring about it. But something bad is going on and I want to understand it.

I was waiting for my luggage at the San Jose, California airport and I was bored, so that's why you are stuck looking at these pictures of people in bad clothes.

Designer John Galliano of Dior was recently unmasked as a fan of Hitler--hard to believe there are any of those--in a drunken raving that was caught on video and sent him to a Paris police station. I've wondered if the world of couture, dominated by really strange men who wear odd clothes and produce ever more bizarre things for their runway shows, was not to blame for the hopeless lack of style we see around us.

Galliano, pre disgrace, dressed up to get his picture taken.

Perhaps when we see the "couture" on a Paris runway, it is enough to drive us all into a lumpy sweatsuits.

Here's a little number from the latest Dior collection that this famous fashion house thinks you should slip into for your next party.

So, since Paris isn't helping us in the guidance department, we just dress in these big dowdy sacks. I don't know. There must be a better alternative.

Typical American, waiting for a ride at the airport. Well, she couldn't wear that Dior number above: she'd be way too cold.

I'm trying to decide if it says anything about our society. Perhaps we are not as shallow as previous generations who felt they had to wear hats and gloves and stockings (for ladies) and homburgs and suits with vests (for men) when they appeared in public places. Maybe it is a sign of our advance?

But can't one be thoughtful and deep and still like nice fabrics and tailoring?

Maybe this is especially difficult for me because I am a fan of classic films, and the women in classic films really dressed. Even actresses like Bette Davis looked devastating when they were supposed to be dowdy shop girls.

She's from the wrong side of town in this movie, but even her wrong-side-of-town clothes look fabulous.

Shop girls saw those movies and tried to copy those clothes, and even the poor looked spiffy when they took to their sewing machines and added cuffs and collars to the simple clothes they could afford.

Well, that's my diatribe. I'm trying to decide if it says something--bad or good--about our civilization that in just the last decade we've abandoned all pretense of "style" and moved into an amorphous world of ugly but comfortable.



I'm not better than the average. I too have turned from style to comfort. And after centuries of tradition I wonder why this has happened.

I'd love to hear what you think. I'm flummoxed.

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