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How to Be Well Dressed: An Intervention
Mónica de la Torre
Whenever anyone comes upon Amy Vanderbilt
she is invariably perfectly put together. "It takes time. I have to find
it. Just to get my face on takes me an hour." Few women can spend this disproportionate
amount of time on their personal appearance but Amy Vanderbilt has it to spare.
Her intelligence and thought allow her to present herself confidently for the
world's examination: a well-dressed, well-groomed product of her time. Listen
to the cry of a liberated woman: "I did not throw my clothes on with a pitchfork!" She
does amazing things with scarfs and pins and knows that a sense of style can be
acquired. She knows that to be well dressed demands studious shopping, not haphazard
flying trips to the stores... It all started in her closet. One day she was ruthless
and, for once, got a clear picture of her wearable wardrobe. The rest was simply
eliminated.
The Life She Leads
She
sits down with pencil and paper and analyzes her life. What activities fill her
days? Club affairs, Scouts, P.T.A.? She often does lunch, takes in a matinee.
She holds neither a full nor part-time job. She's a house and garden type who
enjoys a once-a-week dinner date with her husband. She chooses clothes that suit
her roles in life. For renewal she considers the well-dressed women who share
her activities, analyzes their costumes detail by detail, and discovers what makes
them chic. Despite this, she's no carbon copy of every neighbor in the block.
In
Step with Style
Amy Vanderbilt is in step with style. What
does this mean to her? That she rushes right out and adopts a "new look"?
She's cautious when it comes to this query, her reaction: to wait and see. A truly
"legitimate" fashion trend shapes up only gradually. Its life expectancy?
About three years. Fashions come and fashions go. O but the shirtwaist dress,
the Chanel suit, the English tweed suit, the trench coat, and of course, sweaters
and skirts. Such classic clothes can always be counted on to wear and serve well.
Listen to the cry of a liberated woman: "Fashion! That's my slave!"
A
Color Scheming Woman
Amy Vanderbilt has no doubt that colors
have personality. She decides what colors she'll wear as if she were planning
a luncheon. Blue is universally appealing, orange is exciting (although sometimes
irritating), yellow is gay, green is restful, red is friendly and outgoing. Navy,
unlike black, has life. Black is not a wise choice for wear in Suburbia or country.
When Amy Vanderbilt wears pastels she appears sweet, simple, and girlish.
In
her chart there's enough columns to include the five basic types in the mind of
a color scheming woman: blonds, brown-eyed brunettes, blue-eyed brunettes, redheads,
and those with gray hair. Thanks to her chart her eyes are open to the wonderful
world of colors and what they can do to dramatize her. When shopping she plays
it safe by using swatches, certain that her memories, like most people's, are
color blind. Flattering Fashions
To
solve problems that are strictly figurative she relies on do and don't tips. Since
she has a full figure she wears clothes with vertical details that carry the eye
up and down rather than across her figure. She avoids square and sweetheart necklines,
shiny fabrics such as satin and clinging ones such as chiffon. No chokers, scarves
or bibs for the short-necked! When Amy Vanderbilt spends
seasons in the sun she's not allowed to shed her girdle: it's hot and uncomfortable
but wearing it is the price she must pay for not counting calories with care.
She often goes to the beach, so she doesn't hesitate to wear a jacket over her
blessed Lycra suit to camouflage bulges when she's in not in the swim.
Travel
Plans
Once she spent 24 pre-jet hours in planes and at
airports as she and her husband headed from New York to Cairo, where she was to
meet her husband's family for the first time. Imagine facing this sort of meeting
in a dress she's literally slept in! But it was a knit and nary a wrinkle showed
as she stepped out the plane at 6:30 a.m. (Cairo time)! Among other basics, she
took with her a well stocked cosmetic travel kit, a hat to wear when visiting
churches and a suit, handy for what the natives term an "unheard-of cold
spell at this time of the year." Listen to the cry of a liberated woman:
"I'm not weighed down with luggage containing clothes I'll never wear!"
Personal
Appearances
Unaccustomed as she was to public speaking, there
came a time when she had to step into the spotlight and introduce a
guest speaker. She concentrated glamour in a smart-looking hat but made
sure it sat securely on her head, it was free of wild-waving feathers
and flowers that flounced every time she moved a muscle. Listen to the
cry of a liberated woman: "I choose jewelry that provides no sound
effects!"
© Mónica de la Torre
Mónica de la Torre
is a poet and translator. She edited and translated a volume of
selected poems by Gerardo Deniz, published by Lost Roads. With
artist Terence Gower, she is the co-author of Appendices, Illustrations
& Notes.
Her
writing about art, poems, and translations have appeared or are forthcoming in
journals such as Art on Paper, BOMB, Boston Review, Cabinet,
Fence, Chain, Pierogi Press, Review: Latin American Literature
and Arts, Ten Verses, and The Germ. With Michael Wiegers she
edited Reversible Monuments: Contemporary Mexican Poetry, published by
Copper Canyon Press in 2002. She is the
poetry editor of The Brooklyn Rail.
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