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Sunday, August 28, 2011

Weekend Reading 16: "Burying your silver between two trees": Vogue Paris 1945

When war was declared on September 3, 1939 I was in bed in my Paris flat with an uncomfortable and unbecoming head cold.  Bettina Ballard

Weekend Reading for you from RARE vintage.  Read on...

I went to the police station to get gas masks for Marcelle and me.  When Marcelle turned my bed down and laid out my night clothes, she put my gas mask on a chair with a pair of slacks, a sweater, tennis shoes and a flash light.  This was her idea of the proper garb for a Vogue editor to wear in an air raid shelter. 

Edna Chase (Editor in chief of Vogue) immediately sent cables, "How are couturiers coping with the new war conditions?"or "send a story on what smart women are wearing in air-raid shelters, doing war work, etc...".

A few of the courturiers had closed; Mainbocher had closed completely and left for America, Chanel had closed (not to reopen until 1954) and Paquin closed temporarily.  Schiaparelli was inspired to design town bicycling costumes: jackets with big pouch pockets to use instead of a handbag, wraparound skirts with bloomers underneath them, fedora hats - all of which I dutifully reported to New York.

We sketched women dining at Maxim's in chic, black unexaggerated fashions with skirts to mid length, hats tilted over one eye.  I reported that eccentricities were nowhere to be seen, frivolous hats had completely disappeared, although after a few hatless weeks, Madame Suzy rushed back to Paris to see that there was no nonsense as Parisians thinking they could go around without hats.  She quickly devised a cut-velvet snoodlike beret, which, to squat forceful Suzy, had exactly the right percentage of chic and practicality for war.

Bettina Ballard left Paris and did not return until the winter of 1945.

Letters and cables came.  Everyone was evacuating.  Louie Macy was on her way home with Gogo Schiaparelli (Elsa Schiaparelli's daughter) in tow.  Michel de Brunhoff (Editor of French Vogue) had evacuated with his family, his relatives and his office files to a big house outside of Bordeaux.  Elsie Mendl with her husband, Sir Charles, headed for Biarritz in her Rolls-Royce.  Tommy Kernan, the manager of the Vogue office, sent me one last cable from Paris before he left,  "Burying your silver between two trees in the forest of Yvelines."

The last issue of French Vogue published during the war was in 1939.  

In 1945, with great difficulty, Michel de Brunhoff, managed to publish the first issue of French Vogue.

Michel de Brunhoff and the remains of the Vogue staff were camping out at the offices of Jardin des Modes, which had continued publication on a small scale during the war.  Little light came in from the dark street, and there were no lights in the office.  The cold air was thick with the odor of nervously cold bodies in old woolens.  I walked through to De Brunhoffs office with a sinking heart - I felt that I was in the antechamber of despair.

Michel looked up startled to say, " C'est vrai? C'est ma Bettina?"  He had aged twenty years in the four and a half years I had not seen him.  His only son, he told me, at seventeen had been hunted down on a farm by the Getsapo and shot, along with several other boys, on the suspicion that they were part of the resistance.

A NOS LECTRICES
Apres quatres ans de silence forcé, nous sommes heureux de pouvoir, malgré les nombreuses fifficultés techniques et mat´rielles que nous avons recontrés, présenter un numéro qui, nous l'espérons, sera jugé par les amis de "Vogue" digne du passé de notre magazine, et des couturiers et des artistes qui y ont collaboré.

Ce n'est pas, hélas!  le premier numero d'une parution mensuelle, normalle et réguliere.  Les conditions économiques ne le permettant pas encore.  C'est un numéro hors-série "Vogue Libération".  Michel de Brunhoff

Vogue Liberation.  January 1945.












All images from Vogue.  

Text from Bettina Ballard's wonderful book, In My Fashion.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Required reading: RARE vintage's Top 5 Fashion Books

Not only do we make the Kool-Aid at RARE vintage, we drink it!  We eat it, buy it, read it and wear it. One of my favorite things to do is to curl up in bed with a good book on vintage.  Our favorite fashion books are not exclusively books on fashion as they are books on unique style which is really what it is all about.  Here is RARE vintage's required reading list for the Fall:

Bettina Ballard: In My Fashion.  I absolutely LOVE this book.  Bettina Ballard's descriptions of going to Paris alone to work in the offices of French Vogue, having a little apartment on Faubourg St-Germain with faded flowered Chinese wallpaper and working with people like Bébé Bérard, the Duchesse d'Ayen, Michel de Brunoff is the absolute best description of fashionable Paris in the mid 1930s.  Her intimate stories are woven around the most absolutely glamorous people: Coco Chanel, Balenciaga, Mona Williams, well, I feel like rereading it right now for probably the tenth time.  And her nieces played "dress-up" in aunties old Balenciaga and Schiaparelli?????!!!  Sigh.  I wonder what happened to those dress up clothes?

Mrs 'Arris Goes to Paris by Paul Gallico.  This is such a lovely story about a charwoman in London who falls deeply in love with a Christian Dior gown.  This book is really about the falling madly in love, will do anything to have it, can't stop thinking about it, side of fashion.  It is about a dress so beautiful and Mrs. Harris who would do nothing but work and save, deny herself even a cup of tea (could we buy Dior couture if we stop going to Starbucks??), just so she can save enough to go to Paris and buy herself that Dior gown.  She wanted it simply because it was so beautiful. Designers, are you listening???  (And Mr. Gallico, I know that you died in 1976, but did Mrs. Harris really have to have her dress ruined by the awful Miss Snite? I would have loved for her to have had it to keep and to look at in all its pristine beauty.)

Always in Vogue by Edna Woolman Chase. Edna Woolman Chase became the editor of Vogue in 1914 and worked there until 1952.  It is not that she was so very glamorous but the story of the early days of Vogue when Condé Nast took over, are fascinating and fun.  I love her descriptions of her house on the Gold Coast of Long Island as well.  

Marlene Dietrich by Maria Riva. Maria Riva has an exceptional memory and does not seem to have a forgotten a single plume growing up not only, as Marlene's Diectrich's daughter (which does not seem to have been the easiest experience) but also watching and assisting her mother either get her costumes ready for films or her personal wardrobe.  One of my favorite descriptions is when they are in the South of France at The Grand Hotel in St Jean Cap Ferrat and Marlene Dietrich is blond, tanned and dressed all in white silk satin with her glorious emerald bracelets (which Carolina Herrera now owns).  There is no better description of the perfect summer outfit.  There also great stories like Marlene Dietrich getting off a train and seeing the masses of people in the train station, tells her daughter that now she knows why they pay us so well.   Ouch!

Happy Times by Lee Radziwell.  Lee Radziwell chose to focus on the happy times for her wonderful book (and who can blame her?).  It is not at all a conventional fashion book or autobiography but it is certainly an ultimate book on style.  Lee Radziwell continues to look elegant and beautiful - just goes to show that fashion does not need to be forsaken just because one reaches a certain age.  

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