My mother and I went to the Elsa Schiaparelli exhibit yesterday at the Phila. Museum of Art–and “if you like that sort of thing, you’ll like this sort of thing.”
Breath-taking! (Literally, my mother had to use her Albuterol inhaler, twice.) About 200 of Schiaparelli’s dresses, suits, gowns, hats, accessories, from the late '20s through the 1950s. Unlike that Nazi whore, Chanel, Schiaparelli had a sense of humor: bizarre buttons, hats that looked like shoes, gloves with jeweled “fingernails” embroidered on them. And the clothes were both ahead of their time, behind their time (bustles), funny (fabrics by Dali!) and yet (mostly) gorgeous.
Grab it if you can–it’s worth the trip from NYC, too (the show is not travelling).
I drove by there last night and was wondering if it was worth trying to rustle up someone to go with – sounds like it is. How were the crowds? (The blockbuster show can be murder for actually seeing anything.)
Sorry, *Guin . . . I know how you feel: the Marlene Dietrich exhibit is not coming to the U.S.!
twickster, the crowds were not bad at all, and we went on a Saturday morning. Of course, the “gaggles” were always right in front of us or something we wanted to see . . . And they’re not dumb enough to have any decent postcards on sale–they want you to cough up the moola for the book.
. . . Gotta go out shopping for some enterprising buttons to jazz up my outfits . . .