|Vanity Fair's Best Dressed First Ladies.|
by Blair Sabol
Considering myself an inadequate judge of couture and the sartorial, I asked a friend who for a long time made it her business to assess and write about fashion, Blair Sabol, if she’d give me her take on this year’s List in a Guest Diary.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with Blair, she came on the scene in the late 1960s writing for the Village Voice, and she was always a must-read for this non-fashion maven because of her very intelligent irreverence. The name of her column (which she wrote for 16 years) was “Outside Fashion,” as opposed to the then current establishment column in the New York Herald Tribune and later the New York Times called “Inside Fashion” by Eugenia Sheppard.
Face it, lists of any kind are made to be laughed at. Who's hot, who's not, who's in/out, who's up/down. But nothing is more ludicrous than the Best Dressed List. Although Mr. Blackwell was the best at the campy version, now he is dead and so is the whole concept.
After all who IS well dressed nowadays? Thirty years ago it had relevance. WWD made it all so important and so did we as a culture. Back then people got dressed up and actually HAD style.
|Now style of any kind is delegated to highly paid "stylists" and the PR machines who keep it all reported. Celebrities don’t actually pick and chose their wardrobes. Their entourages do all the heavy lifting. It's why red carpet fashions are so boring and pointless. The same three stylists are in charge. Where's the "honest to bod" creativity anymore?
So along comes Vanity Fair's Best Dressed List ... and why? They equate power with dressing. Well, why not. Most well dressed people I know don’t even have the money (i.e. power) to shop anymore. Sure Michelle Obama and Carla Bruni are up there, but isn’t it their job to be Best Dressed? And aren’t David Lauren and Tory Burch and even Rachel Ray and Kelly Ripa in the clothing biz? Some may even have lines at Walmart.
|So where is the hardcore originality? Bruce Weber, Cy Twombly, and The Duchess of Alba is the best they can come up with? Sad. Some of the names start with titles: "count" and “baroness," but they don’t count. As for Brad Pitt ... isn’t Tom Ford merchandising him completely? And Rene Zellweger? Outside of her personal vintage clothier and her yoga mat and Crocs ... I can’t imagine she has all that interest in rack slapping for herself.
The truth is nobody really cares about clothes on that level anymore. Why should they ... foreclosure is the new fashion. That's the good and bad news. From what I see on the streets nobody needs or wants clothing direction or even articles on the Clothing Gods and Goddesses.
|We have been reduced to going to quality restaurants dressed in Cargo pants, T-shirts, baseball caps worn backwards and flip flops!!! A year ago WWD ran a full page picture of "The Look" and "The Girl" of the moment, and for me ... this said it all: There "SHE" was, sashaying down Fifth Avenue and 57th street in hot pants (ass cheeks flying), 8-inch high black laced up stiletto heels, boobs busting from a halter top, Jimmy Choo garbage bag-sized hobo, barricade black sunglasses and cellphone glued to her ear.
"SHE" was Ashley Dupree. Elliot Spitzer's $1,500 an hour hooker. And why not. (Remember in 1971 it was Jackie O or Babe Paley coming out in their Coureges with their Dior pumps and Gucci bag). I say bring it on ... fashion's biggest and current influence is Porn!!!
Where's Mr. Blackwell when you need him.