Elle - USA (2019-06)

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he French answer to The Official Preppy Handbook is a slim, late-’80s volume


titled Bon Chic, Bon Genre (meaning “good style, good class,” emphasis on


class). In the mode of the American preppy or the British Sloane Ranger, the


cornerstone of BCBG dressing is its very inoffensiveness, its unobtrusiveness.


Think of the boarding-school kids who ripped out the breast-pocket croc


mascots on their Lacoste polos, leaving only telltale threads in the shape of


the familiar reptile. Or the logo-avoidant, but always perfectly turned-out, French ladies clad


in camel and cream who populate the Right Bank.


You might expect Hedi Slimane, a man enamored of thigh-skimming minidresses and


slick leather, to be the last person inspired by the BCBG ethos. His tendencies tack toward


the other side of the Seine, populated by rebels and rockers. But for his fall 2019 Celine


show, he surprised everyone, turning to a discreet style—plaid midiskirts, camel-colored


capes, high-necked blouses and scarves—that took us back to the buttoned-up days of


Mitterrand-era France, when the designer would have been in his formative years.


Slimane may have been riffing on his Paris adolescence, but he wasn’t the only one


crashing the cotillion this season. Other unlikely arbiters of the trend included Alessan-


dro Michele of Gucci, who showed some straightforward navy suits amid his fantasti-


cal masks and flapper gowns. Riccardo Tisci kitted out his Burberry models in demure


sheathdresses and pleated skirts. (Beige never looked so alluring.) Dior’s Maria Grazia


Chiuri showed subdued gray suits worn over pussy-bow blouses. Even Demna Gvasalia—


the Pied Piper of post-Soviet style—had a few pieces in his Balenciaga show, like a tie-neck


dress in a paisley pattern, that were a 180 from the neon “pantaboots” he made famous.


“Safe is back!” is not a declaration that lends itself to an enticing headline. But what


these designers understand about the bourgeois woman is the same thing director Luis


Buñuel knew: Beneath her starched blouse beats a heart—and a libido. (Think of Cather-


ine Deneuve’s housewife-turned-hooker in his masterpiece Belle de Jour.) Sometimes re-


pression is more interesting than putting it all out there, which might explain this sudden


tonal shift. For so long, we’ve idolized Facetuned Instagram teens and off-duty models.


The course correction is dressing up, looking like an adult, and incorporating a little mys-


tery while we’re at it.


Or perhaps the truth lies elsewhere. Often, when segments of our society start to dis-


appear, they bubble up again in fashion. (Think of the rise of workwear as manufacturing


fades out, or the recent trendiness of NASA despite the space program’s waning.) For so


long, being a member of the stalwart middle class was uncool. But now that that comfort-


able existence is endangered, it feels aspirational again, and ready to be glamorized anew.


Maybe the new subversion is to button all the way up.


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FRONT ROW


This season, designers


rediscover the


oh-so-discreet charm


of the bourgeoisie.


By Véronique Hyland


T


he French answer to The Official Preppy Handbook is a slim, late-’80s volume


titled Bon Chic, Bon Genre (meaning “good style, good class,” emphasis on


class). In the mode of the American preppy or the British Sloane Ranger, the


cornerstone of BCBG dressing is its very inoffensiveness, its unobtrusiveness.


Think of the boarding-school kids who ripped out the breast-pocket croc


mascots on their Lacoste polos, leaving only telltale threads in the shape of


the familiar reptile. Or the logo-avoidant, but always perfectly turned-out, French ladies clad


in camel and cream who populate the Right Bank.


You might expect Hedi Slimane, a man enamored of thigh-skimming minidresses and


slick leather, to be the last person inspired by the BCBG ethos. His tendencies tack toward


the other side of the Seine, populated by rebels and rockers. But for his fall 2019 Celine


show, he surprised everyone, turning to a discreet style—plaid midiskirts, camel-colored


capes, high-necked blouses and scarves—that took us back to the buttoned-up days of


Mitterrand-era France, when the designer would have been in his formative years.


Slimane may have been riffing on his Paris adolescence, but he wasn’t the only one


crashing the cotillion this season. Other unlikely arbiters of the trend included Alessan-


dro Michele of Gucci, who showed some straightforward navy suits amid his fantasti-


cal masks and flapper gowns. Riccardo Tisci kitted out his Burberry models in demure


sheathdresses and pleated skirts. (Beige never looked so alluring.) Dior’s Maria Grazia


Chiuri showed subdued gray suits worn over pussy-bow blouses. Even Demna Gvasalia—


the Pied Piper of post-Soviet style—had a few pieces in his Balenciaga show, like a tie-neck


dress in a paisley pattern, that were a 180 from the neon “pantaboots” he made famous.


“Safe is back!” is not a declaration that lends itself to an enticing headline. But what


these designers understand about the bourgeois woman is the same thing director Luis


Buñuel knew: Beneath her starched blouse beats a heart—and a libido. (Think of Cather-


ine Deneuve’s housewife-turned-hooker in his masterpiece Belle de Jour.) Sometimes re-


pression is more interesting than putting it all out there, which might explain this sudden


tonal shift. For so long, we’ve idolized Facetuned Instagram teens and off-duty models.


The course correction is dressing up, looking like an adult, and incorporating a little mys-


tery while we’re at it.


Or perhaps the truth lies elsewhere. Often, when segments of our society start to dis-


appear, they bubble up again in fashion. (Think of the rise of workwear as manufacturing


fades out, or the recent trendiness of NASA despite the space program’s waning.) For so


long, being a member of the stalwart middle class was uncool. But now that that comfort-


able existence is endangered, it feels aspirational again, and ready to be glamorized anew.


Maybe the new subversion is to button all the way up.


BACKSTAGE PRIM LOOKS REIGNED AT BURBERRY (ABOVE LEFT) AND CELINE (ABOVE).
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