Read the article and what was special was Mr. Talley spoken special memories of the very last America Couture designer. Couture Designer Oscar de la Renta was a great man, and a great American designer. Over five decades he
made fashion that was elegant, based on the tools of the trade that he
learned in Spain at Balenciaga, and in Paris, at Lanvin under Antonio
Castillo.
I also considered him one of my close, best friends. He truly
cared about my well-being, regardless of whether or not it was my
weight-loss battle, or was I lonely, and would I come dine with him and Annette at home in New York. I spent Thanksgiving with him, about eight or nine years ago, just the three of us and his son Moises in Kent, Connecticut.
Family was of the utmost importance to him. The wedding he and his wife created for stepdaughter Eliza Reed Bolen’s
nuptials, was one of the most beautiful and original country weddings I
ever attended. And the social world was there in full force.
He personally supported an orphanage in the Dominican
Republic. This was one of his passions—he provided housing, food,
education, and hope for those beautiful children
I met Oscar de la Renta, in 1974, when I arrived in New York. He was
then wed to his first wife, Françoise de Langlade, a former French Vogue editor-in-chief. Oscar and Françoise took me under their wings and mentored me socially.
Every single morning, Françoise would call me once I got to my desk at Women’s Wear Daily down on Twelfth Street. It was an open floor plan then, and my desk was no more than ten steps from John Fairchild’s
desk with a low bookcase separating us. I was an accessories editor,
and at night, a beat reporter. This is where I learned my craft as a
social chronicler. Françoise would often call me up and ask me where I
had been and what I had done the night before.
Oscar and his wife were the first to invite me to dinner in their home, with the likes of Dr. Henry Kissinger,
or Tatiana and Alexander Liberman; they also invited me to dinner when
they were in Paris, with their friends, like Cristiana Brandolini d’Adda
and the late Andre Olivier.
One day, Françoise called me and said I had messed up socially, I had
forgotten to come to lunch with just her and Annette Reed, now Mrs. de
la Renta. In those days—the seventies—Oscar and Françoise were the
Social Lions of New York.
They served the best food and made dinner at
home a vast, rich experience of color and textures with wine and decor.
In the new book, Valentino: At the Emperor’s Table, Valentino
specifically wanted me to write in the introduction how Oscar and his
wife were the best and most outstanding New York host and hostess.
His impeccable personal style with people, parties, and fashion
fueled his work. Known for his appropriate elegance, he always designed
with the ultimate motivation that women must look and feel beautiful.
Having worked beside him on so many of his Balmain haute couture
collections for nearly a decade as a stylist, I watch him return again
and again to his roots, the highest standards of French couture, having
first apprenticed with Cristóbal Balenciaga in Madrid, and then working
as designer at Castillo-Lanvin. There was always a sense of the flourish
of a great flamenco flounce in his dinner and evening dresses, the bias
elegance of silk charmeuse in slim sheath dresses, and simple black or
white cashmere coats, that his wife Annette loved. In the winter, she
often wears one of his cashmere coats to dinner and never removes it,
she loves them so.
In 2013, Oscar asked me to help him with an exhibit that Secretary of State Hilary Clinton, organized on First Lady style at the Clinton Library in Little Rock,
Arkansas. We all flew down to the presidential library and the show was
full of exquisite, elegant de la Renta clothes worn by former First
Ladies from Nancy Reagan to Laura Bush.
As evidenced in his last great wedding dress, which he designed for the Mrs. George Clooney Oscar was also a master of the grand wedding gown. My favorite, of course, was the dress and veil he designed for the beautiful Ms, Elizabeth Shaffer, who got married last summer. Oscar and Annette took a helicopter and
flew down from Connecticut to Long Island so that he could make the
final adjustments just before she walked down the aisle.
Some of my fondest memories of Oscar are in his native Dominican
Republic, diving into a natural waterfall in the mountains, or having
the ultimate pleasure of seeing him dance. He was the best dancer. It
was a joy just to be in his presence, especially in his beautiful homes
and gardens, where happiness reigned.
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