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Here I am on the Oscars red carpet, as the guest of my good friend Gale Anne Hurd, producer of the “Terminator” and “Alien/Aliens” films, the wicked little political comedy “Dick,” which I love, and now “The Walking Dead.”
She’s vice president of the board of governors of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences – the Oscars. And one swell gal, to boot.
She’s wearing a St. John couture gown that looks like it was made for her; there’s something hieratic, almost Egyptian, about the severe lines and the black and gold of the gown. I’m in a long pewter lame [yes, there should be an accent over the “e” in “lame” but I can’t get this keyboard to type in French] contemporary off-the-rack dress, but the oh-so-glam amethyst silk velvet coat is from Jean Patou, the Parisian designer, circa 1923.
You might have found Zelda Fitzgerald or Isadora Duncan in a coat like this. It was lent to me by Susan at French Laundry; it was her grandmother’s, which means her grandmother cut quite a figure in her day, to have a Patou cocoon coat. No wonder Sue is such a lover and expert when it comes to fabric; she restores and cleans vintage clothing and costumes and fabric sent from all over the country. I’ve walked in and seen hanging there a costume that Lana Turner wore in a period movie, or a Yohji Yamamoto piece getting spruced up on its way to a private collection.
I think I could blindfold Sue or her business partner Pam and hand one of them a piece of cloth and she could identify material, weave , era – and probably color!
Sitting as close to the stage as I was, I enjoyed the Oscars not as a TV event but as a live stage show, and the feeling was altogether different.