24 posts tagged "Elizabeth Taylor"
Cédric Charlier Is Out At Cacharel, Liz’s White Diamonds Will Hit The Block, Lucy Gets A New Disguise, And More…
Alas, it’s au revoir to Cédric Charlier (left): Cacharel and its designer are parting ways. Charlier is only the latest in a line of designer departures that has included Milan Vukmirovic at Trussardi 1911, Vanessa Seward at Azzaro, Clare Waight Keller at Pringle of Scotland, and, of course, John Galliano at Dior. [WWD]
The late, great Liz Taylor had a legendary love of diamonds—even naming her fragrance White Diamonds—and over the course of her lifetime, she racked up a ton of them. Now, sources say her collection will hit the auction block at Christie’s (though whether or not they’ll raise money for the charities she championed, as was predicted during her lifetime, remains unknown). [Grazia via Racked]
Pop-starlet-turned-vintage-shopkeeper Lily Allen is extending her reach yet further: She and her sister, Sarah Owen, are debuting a new label, Lucy in Disguise, this June. Oasis creative director Nadia Dunhill will collaborate with Allen and Owen on the designs for the fledgling collection. [Vogue U.K.]
Looking for New York’s best Jamaican food? You might try Serge Becker’s new West Village restaurant Miss Lily’s. But it’s more than food on offer at the hot spot-to-be: Miss Lily’s is also home to some of the city’s most stylish hostesses, as W discovers. [W]
Audrey Hepburn in her little black dress is about as iconic as fashion on film gets, but my icon money will always be on Elizabeth Taylor lolling around in a white satin slip in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. She brought the heat, the devil to Audrey’s angel. Color me ardent fan, I loved her in everything, even long-forgotten tosh like Secret Ceremony and Night Watch. She was hypnotically watchable, and when the part and the personality coincided, she was untouchable. But, clichés be damned, it was her own life that was her greatest role. The multiple marriages, the adoptions, the jewels, the booze, the breakdowns, the bandaged wrists…she fearlessly played to the gallery. Avedon mirrored some of those high/low points in a ten-page shoot for Bazaar in 1962 with Suzy Parker and Mike Nichols duplicating Taylor and her amour fou Richard Burton (with Taylor, above, in 1966) in the midst of the paparazzi frenzy that was generated by their affair while they were filming Cleopatra in Rome. It’s a spectacular aide-mémoire for a pop cultural moment that paved the way for so much to come. I think even the Pope got busy with some harsh words at one point. Which, to a Liz-fixated pre-teen in New Zealand, only made the illicit lovers seem even more Olympian, untroubled by dull, daily, judgmental, little-people-and-papal concerns. Liz and Dick just got on with their sex and squabbles and spendy brilliance.
Kitty Kelley’s 1982 dissection of Taylor was subtitled The Last Star. That’s no less true now than it was three decades ago. They still come and they go, but it’s impossible to imagine anyone living as large for as long as Taylor did. Hopefully, it helped her push away the physical pain that perpetually dogged her. I interviewed her 20 or so years ago, when she was promoting her perfume White Diamonds. Taylor was in a wheelchair then, right till the moment when she had to meet and greet. Then she was on her feet, delivering. Never meet your idols, they say, but she was as bawdy and funny and engaging as you’d want a dame to be. And if there was triumph, too, then that was what made her Elizabeth Taylor.
Elizabeth Taylor died today in Los Angeles at the age of 79.
During her long career—her first film was released in 1942, and she was world-famous by 1944 with National Velvet—the violet-eyed beauty was many things: movie star nonpareil (where to begin but Cleopatra), Oscar-winning actress (for Butterfield 8 and Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf), humanitarian, Halstonette, celebrity fragrance pioneer, tabloid target, AIDS activist, and—frequently and famously—wife. And though she was never anything as banal as a fashion plate, she was one of the all-time style icons. There was Butterfield, there was the cult-adored Boom!, there was the jet-set ultra-glamour of the Burton-Taylor years. There was only ever one Liz.
For more on Taylor, see Variety‘s obituary here.
Talk about multitasking: Juergen Teller’s new campaign for Marc Jacobs—starring Masha Kirsanova and Caroline Brasch Nielsen—was shot backstage at Jacobs’ Spring ’11 show (left). [Fashionologie]
The womenswear winners of London’s NewGen sponsorships were announced earlier this week, and now the prize is spotlighting the men: J.W. Anderson, Christopher Shannon, and James Long will show their menswear on the runway during LFW’s Man Day, while Lou Dalton, Katie Eary, Omar Kashoura, and knit wits Sibling will have their presentations supported. (Men’s designer Christopher Raeburn, who was listed among the winners yesterday, will also have his installation underwritten.) [Vogue U.K.]
It’s time (again) for Diane von Furstenberg to clear some space on her mantel: The indefatigable designer will receive amfAR’s Award of Courage—alongside President Bill Clinton and Elizabeth Taylor—at the AIDS research nonprofit’s silver anniversary gala next year. [WWD]
Leandra Medine, better known as the voice of Man Repeller, is the high priestess of high-waisted pants—and shoulder pads, schlumpy layers, and all of the other “girls get it, guys don’t” fashion choices out there. Men may be repelled, but the Times wasn’t; Medine got the full profile treatment today. [NYT]
And here’s more from Ford: The latest glimpses of TF’s womenswear come courtesy of W, which shot a few looks, styled by Alex White and shot by Inez and Vinoodh, on Lara Stone. [W]