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Apr. 02, 1990: Throw Out Your Skirts
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TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1990
Apr. 02, 1990 Nixon Memoirs
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<source>Time Magazine</source>
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FASHION, Page 74
Throw Out Your Skirts
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<p>Paris shows its radical solutions to the hemline problem
</p>
<p>By Martha Duffy
</p>
<p> Gazing gravely down at the traffic along the Rue de Rivoli
from his niche on the facade of the Louvre, General
Jean-Baptiste Kleber looks sleek and elegant in his long hose,
thigh-high boots and short spencer jacket. If his stone eyes
could have seen the roiling human traffic around the museum as
the ready-to-wear fashion shows were held last week, he might
have been amused to observe that he was back in style again
after 200 years. But his dashing look is a la mode for women,
not for men.
</p>
<p> The battle of the hemline may already have been fought to
exhaustion, and many designers have concluded that the only way
to stop the hostilities is to bulldoze the battlefield--that
is, the skirt. The dominant silhouette at the Paris fall
collections was a big top with tights or leggings, often
accompanied by boots that climbed well above the knee. In
between there was often a sort of apron that resembled a
vestigial skirt or, more fancifully, a superwide belt. Only a
few classic houses featured any skirts in the usual sense of
the word, and only Yves Saint Laurent covered the knee in a few
outfits.
</p>
<p> Saint Laurent managed to dominate the news in the semiannual
pret-a-porter bazaar--clothes that are manufactured in
quantity at much lower prices than the hand-sewed fantasies of
haute couture. It was, however, not his fluent, confident
designs but his health that made headlines: the fragile
designer was hospitalized a few days before his show. His
partner, Pierre Berge, issued a statement blaming nervous
exhaustion and emphasizing to an AIDS-ravaged industry that no
infectious disease was involved.
</p>
<p> Though Saint Laurent's 1990 offerings were inspired largely
by highlights of his old collections, most of the other
designers were looking closely at various costume spectacles
during France's bicentennial last summer. This fall the thing
most likely to cover the knee will be the hem of a grand
swirling cape; almost every designer had his models sweeping
the runways with them.
</p>
<p> Yohji Yamamoto opened his presentation with dark, brooding
outfits that were more like costumes: long belled skirts with
heavy wool redingotes. In outline they had the eerie drama of
displaced time. And, lest anyone miss the point, the impudent
Jean-Paul Gaultier used a few cartoon wigs complete with
pompadour and side curls--in bright orange and electric blue.
</p>
<p> How happy hosiery manufacturers must be! Some of the
liveliest clothes on view were boldly patterned bodysuits and
tights. Christian Lacroix, in his strongest ready-to-wear
collection yet, had the best and most vivid. Gaultier made them
a major theme, combining glittery threads with tweedy textures
and flaunting second-skin bodysuits patterned with
strategically positioned bull's-eyes.
</p>
<p> The bare allure of the leg keeps the outline modern, but
what's a woman to do if she's a bit, well, short stemmed? High
boots help the proportions. More important to the complete look
is the top, which may actually extend downward to the thigh.
More ingenuity and inspiration went into this element of the
silhouette than into any other. It's a great year for the
jacket.
</p>
<p> Karl Lagerfeld, the most aggressive exponent of the
skirtless look, had bright, jaunty jackets that were nipped in
at the waist. Claude Montana, still smarting from his
disastrous debut as Lanvin's couturier in January, produced a
rigorous collection dedicated to Andy Warhol. What he took from
the painter was Popsicle colors and hard, clean lines. His tops
were laser cut.
</p>
<p> The second thread running through the shows came right out
of the headlines on Eastern Europe and the Soviet republics.
Folklore abounded, and a little of it goes a long way. Saint
Laurent reminded everyone that he got there first by starting
his presentation with a reprise of his famous "rich peasant"
couture collection of the mid-'70s. Ungaro's sumptuous clothes
also paid homage to that look. The simplest pseudo peasant was
Kenzo, who, with his customary lack of pretension, threw
together vivid knit patterns and topped them off with enormous
babushkas.
</p>
<p> Gaultier made a stylized bow to the East as well, but his
heavy personal stamp all but obliterated his source material.
Disdaining the Louvre, he rented a steaming cellar on the
Champs-Elysees, and it was packed with fans who relish his
theatrics at least as much as his clothes. The outfits were a
tantalizing mix of the shrewd and salable and the ridiculous,
and this season's leading outrage was a bodysuit opened all the
way down the rear. Catherine Deneuve, the ranking celebrity
guest, even removed her sunglasses to take it in.
</p>
<p> For the past couple of years, Gaultier's spectacles have
been upstaged by those of a former employee, Martin Margiela,
the current darling of the avant-garde. For his show, Margiela,
31, rented an old railroad station now used as a truck depot.
The scene outside resembled a hot disco, with a bouncer
deciding who of the throng would get in.
</p>
<p> Just like show biz, fashion thrives on outlandish
happenings, which seem to come naturally to Margiela. His
clothes are anything but gaudy, however, reflecting instead the
dour severities of northern Belgium, where he grew up. He is
one of several young designers who have emerged from Antwerp's
Academie Royale des Beaux-Arts and who adapt menswear for
women. Margiela likes to make new clothes look lived in.
Although a scrupulous tailor, he sews dark seams at the knees
of trousers to resemble a crease. Like everyone else, he goes
for thigh-high boots, but his are real fishing gear subjected
to a dubious paint job. He avoids ornamentation; all his
buttons function. Margiela's designs are both practical and
imaginative. He and his street theater may be around for some
time.
</p>
<p> Perhaps the most remarkable bit of stagecraft in Paris came
not from Margiela or Gaultier but from Valentino, who sent a
couple of models out carrying briefcases. Not many firms would
classify their outfits as dress-for-success mainstream, but it
was a nice thought. In fact, a businesswoman or a
middle-of-the-road matron can find places to squander cash this
year, especially since manufacturers often ship their products
with longer lengths, leaving it to stores or customers to chop
or not. Lacroix kept his dazzlement to color instead of radical
shapes, and at Dior Milan's Gianfranco Ferre produced a strong
line of sleek, sophisticated clothes. No giddy gambits here,
but what looks like an insurance policy for the historic fashion
house.
</p>
<p> Saint Laurent's Rive Gauche collection came last, with
masterful ease and variety if not innovation. The high point
was a Scotch symphony of plaids ranging from sporty separates
to opulent evening costumes, a Highland fling of color. In
recent years it has become a form of rude sport to guess how
the designer would look when he took his bow--lean and fit
or pale and puffy. But when he was absent, the crowd filed out
subdued and thoughtful. This rich, elaborate kingdom misses its
king.
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