I don’t think we’re enjoying ourselves. Do you?
How many addicts have a dealer who lives hundreds of miles away? I do!
Roobeedoo sent me a casual email. ‘I saw this and thought of you,’ she said, inserting a web link. She may as well have typed, ‘I’ve been growing something really interesting in the attic, fancy a brownie?’ or ‘I’m going to Cuba, want me to bring anything back?’ or ‘I hear The American Bar at the Savoy has a new cocktail menu. Feeling thirsty?’
The web link was to a Couture Inside Out event at the Museum of Fashion and Textiles. The lecture was on a weekday lunchtime, but I wasn’t going to let my day job get in the way of a good fix. I arrived at the office early so that I could skedaddle over and HAVE THE BEST HOUR OF MY LIFE WHILST REMAINING SOBER.
Fair warning: it will take me more than one blog post to cover everything I saw today.
Dennis was the curator steering us through couture details. I fell in love with him pretty much instantly on the spot. Here he is, introducing the first dress of the day, a 1946 Lachasse:
This is a wool challis with a hunting print. We were told that the dress bears evidence of post-war rationing as there was no lining above the skirt. (Though there was an interesting piece of black silk organza stabilizing the top of the bodice.)
Next up was a 1930s Christian Dior dream of a cloud of a dress:
Apparently, Christian Dior dresses are known for coming in two pieces, and so it was with this dress – a bodice and underskirt attached, and then an over skirt. Some more details:
Horsehair braid on the underskirt hem
Hooks and Snaps
Pretty little shepherdess in Lesage embroidery
After that was a dress that made me ache to put Tilly in it: a 1958 Dior dress in silk faille with five (count them) bows down the front:
These were the dresses laid out on the table, which I thought were our due. Then Dennis moved over to a rail and started pulling more items out. My cup at that point overfloweth.
I told you this would need more than one blog post…