Hello Dears!Saturday night I went to dinner with friends. It was quite warm out, so I chose a sleeveless dress. It was not until it was on that I realized how strong the influence was: this dress could be from the art deco era.
A glance at the mirror gave me inspiration. I added details to re-create this dress to the art deco period, sort of. This dress by Reiss, one of my favorite designers, has a dropped waist. It is in a deep indigo blue, and feels weightless in a cotton batiste. The deco details begin at the dropped waist, but include the floral buttons, in the same rich blue cotton, and lustrous panels of silk satin. I added a rhinestone brooch. Here is a shot of the dress, draped over a checked bench at my beach house. Love these rosebuds.
Ropes of pearls would have been the obvious choice for jewelry for an art deco dress, but I did not want to fight with the rosebuds! So I added a necklace of sapphires and small pearls at the throat. Note that these sapphires are large, but are not perfectly gemmy. They contain a lot of matrix, giving them the appearance of lapis, almost. I made this necklace years ago, and love the large size of the stones, the deep cobalt bordering on black. The small white pearls and little roundels fitted with tiny diamonds leant some nice contrast.
The little bag is a recent purchase from Manhattan Art and Antiques. I love browsing the three levels of curated vendors in this heavenly oasis of commerce. The bag is wool, and the clasp is lapis and gold vermeil. I adore the craftsmanship of it, and do not know the period, but I love it with the dress. The fur collar was added, and voila, the art deco outfit was done.
It was a strange week. The news was constantly chirping of danger to come: new terrorist cells, freshly minted plots, threats, beheadings, warnings, the deadly Ebola virus, the dangers of genetically modified food. Terrorist plots to bomb the subways!!
It was 24-7 of nothing but DIRE. What is a girl to do? I opted for dinner at an opulent restaurant, wearing an outfit that is theatrical, even for me. I called my husband with the reservation details and forwarded them to friends. Inside, all was calm, the atmosphere hushed, the china gleaming. The lighting was rich and subdued.
Surely nothing bad could happen here, I thought to myself, not quite believing. After my second glass of champagne, I did . We can not control what is happening outside , but a change of scenery and a bit of old-fashioned elegance, can quell the sting of it. For a short while anyway.
Then I recall that the art deco period was a turbulent time as well. I decide when I get back to New York, I will take the subway anyway. When shall I return? Hmm... maybe not for a bit. But when I get there, I will turn off the TV.