Saturday, 20 October 2012
Friday, 19 October 2012
Parade's End. BBC Two.
Parade's End is a BBC/HBO/VRT television miniseries, which premiered on BBC Two on 24 August 2012. It is an adaptation of the tetralogy of novels of the same name by Ford Madox Ford. Its five episodes are directed by Susanna White and written by Tom Stoppard. The cast is led by Benedict Cumberbatch and Rebecca Hall as Christopher and Sylvia Tietjens, along with Adelaide Clemens, Rupert Everett, Miranda Richardson, Anne-Marie Duff, Roger Allam, Janet McTeer, Freddie Fox, Jack Huston and Steven Robertson.
The series was screened at the 39th Ghent Film Festival on 11 October 2012 with Benedict Cumberbatch, David Parfitt, Susanna White and Dirk Brossé in attendance.
Damien Timmer approached playwright Sir Tom Stoppard to write the adaptation, and after reading the books, Stoppard agreed to pen the screenplay. This actually marks Stoppard's return to television after a 30-year absence. Tom Stoppard stated in one of his interviews that he thought of Benedict Cumberbatch for the role of Christopher Tietjens before Sherlock made him a global star and that casting another actor is unimaginable. He was also quoted for saying that the casting of Christopher and Sylvia Tietjens needed special actors and the production has been lucky to get Cumberbatch and Rebecca Hall for the parts. Adelaide Clemens was cast in the role of Valentine when she appeared at her audition in period clothing. Initially, the producers were reluctant to cast an Australian actress, until they discovered her father is a British national.
A significant part of the film was shot on location in Kent at Dorton House and St. Thomas a Becket Church. Additional scenes were filmed at Freemasons' Hall in London and Duncombe Park. The rest of the series was filmed in Belgium utilizing TV drama tax breaks.
The series received widespread acclaim from the critics with The Independent's Grace Dent proclaiming it "One of the finest things the BBC has ever made" The critics also praised the masterclass portrayal of Cumberbatch and Hall for the two lead characters. Cumberbatch was praised for his ability to superbly and compellingly suppress pain with The Independent's Gerard Gilbert saying "Perhaps no other actor of his generation is quite so capable of suggesting the tumult beneath a crusty, seemingly inert surface." and The Arts Desk's Emma Dibdin stating "Cumberbatch's performance has been faultless and often achingly moving, a painful juxtaposition of emotional stiffness and deep, crippling vulnerability". Hall's Sylvia was lauded by Caitlin Moran as "one of the great female characters of the past decade". She was also quoted on saying that "the script and direction have genius-level IQ" in her The Times TV column.
Parade's End had 3.5 million viewers for its first episode, making it BBC2's most watched drama since Rome aired in 2005.The second episode had a drop in ratings with 2.2 million viewers. There has been complains about poor sound mixing with the dialogue difficult to hear and understand. This has been denied by the BBC.
Ford Maddox Ford's tetralogy of novels has finally became a bestseller after the BBC dramatization was broadcast.
Parade's End, I believe, is one of the finest things the BBC has ever made. Shower it with Baftas and Emmys.
Grace Dent on Television: Parade's End, BBC2
This is some of the best Sunday night TV I've ever seen – pity it's shown on Fridays
GRACE DENT SATURDAY 08 SEPTEMBER 2012 in The Independent
Push it proudly in the world's face and say, “This is us.” This doesn't explain why, ratings-wise, it's currently playing only to me and the continuity announcer – who could well be filling in a Sudoku – on Friday nights on BBC2. Friday nights? Well, I ask you. Gross idiocy on the part of the BBC, which placed a wildly cerebral period drama chock-full of British thespian hierarchy raining down dry bons mots on a Friday night. A scarecrow with one boiled egg for an eye could see Parade's End is Sunday night, BBC1, 9pm, damp hair from a bath, comfy clothes, surrounded by Sunday supplements, mugs of tea and a half-hearted supper of cheese and crackers as one over-ate at lunchtime, type of TV. It's Downton Abbey with a massive, complex brain. It's Benedict Cumberbatch, Geoffrey Palmer, Rufus Sewell, Stephen Graham and Rupert Everett bumbling about in top hats being hit on by sexually-emancipated Suffragettes and blasted at by the Hun. It's Miranda Richardson and Rebecca Hall and Anne-Marie Duff in hats and hobble skirts conducting oddly saucy affairs of the heart.
It's Cumberbatch playing Christopher Tietjens in a huge, perplexing love triangle being jolly confused about it and staring into thin air for hours. Oh, the staring. Not since BBC1's Birdsong have posh, emotionally numb people been filmed staring until their retinas become crispy while a viola plays a lot of minor chords to denote the unbearable state of being. I lap this sort of TV up. Give me buckets of the wondrous Sylvia Tietjens (Rebecca Hall) storming through drawing rooms full of startled maids shouting: “I will be in my room praying for death… or at least packing for it!” Or clandestine moments of wild and morally louche, Edwardian sex in private railway carriages or cartfulls of big-hatted busy-bodies passing by manor houses “for tea” but really intent on causing mischief with tittle-tattle. Sylvia Tietjens, incidentally, is one of the greatest roles ever written for women. The fact it took a man to do this while Austen or Bronte's heroines are blithering irritants in bonnets fainting at the sight of light drizzle, I shall sulkily draw a veil over.
Sylvia is glamorous, dark-humoured, razor-witted, self-serving and due to her gender has been denied education or a job. All Sylvia's surplus energy is channelled into acts of light-evil, caustic demolition and pig-headed glee. In the first episode, – which you missed as you were in the pub, or perhaps you have a partner who threatens to put his head under the grill whenever a period drama starts so you have to watch Mrs. Brown's Boys or Russell Howard's Good News, instead (poor you) – Sylvia absconds from her dull husband Chrissy (Cumberbatch) with a stalwart lover, but then after a short sojourn of wild sex changes her mind. As Sylvia's lover waves a gun in her face threatening to kill her, a smile plays about her mouth as she bitches idly about the shaming quality of hotel notepaper she's forced to write her “Please have me back” letter on. So sublimely disrespectful, I inwardly quack at the mere memory. While Chrissy Tietjens is crucified permanently by convention and Edwardian expectation, his wife's sense of duty to “how things should be” is like fleeting fog. Sylvia takes infuriating to an art form. And in Parade's End, where the throwaway tale of someone dropping a glove in the street, repeated at 10 tea-parties, can become the scandal of the summer (a lot of these characters really need a good slap), Sylvia's the scandalous gift that keeps on giving. Novelist Tom Stoppard's wholly non-macho approach to war is fascinating. We feel World War One approaching but instead of being thrown into the bloodshed, we hang back in polite society watching the women, the objectors, the skivers and the politically corrupt. Parade's End is an earnest look at the end of a British era, still pinned in place by rules of behaviour and a sense of staying proper, before war swept aside etiquette and slaughtered all in its path. I love the representation of the first Suffragettes, fighting for some level of equality, but wholly befuddled by what to do with their new freedom. Stoppard's heroines fight for sexual freedom and then find it makes them mistresses, when it's always better, when all's said and done, to be the actual wife.
Not that Sylvia finds marriage much fun “Higher than the beasts, lower than the angels: stuck between the two in our idiots' Eden,” she tells her husband. “God, I'm so bored of it all. Guarding or granting permission to a temple no decent butcher would give to his offal tray, I'd rather be a cow in a field.” Simply beautiful. But you're not watching it are you? Poor Benedict Cumberbatch BAFTA-ing himself into an early Starlight Retirement Home on BBC2 for you all, but it's Friday and you're too tired by life to bother. Shame on you Great Britain. Shame on you.
Christopher Tietjens
Played by Benedict Cumberbatch
Christopher Tietjens is an English aristocrat clinging to Edwardian values as the world around him seems to change at dizzying speed. He refuses to compromise these principles whatever the cost – resigning from his job as a government statistician when he is asked to manipulate the facts, and remaining faithful to Sylvia even when she leaves him for another man. When Christopher falls in love with Valentine, a young suffragette, he faces a battle between what he feels for her and what he feels is right.
Sylvia Tietjens
Played by Rebecca Hall
Sylvia is a stunningly beautiful socialite who marries Christopher Tietjens because she is pregnant – although not necessarily with his child… She is selfish, manipulative and cruel, yet also mesmerising. Forever restless, Sylvia enjoys a stream of affairs, but she is secretly hurt by the fact that Christopher does not seem to notice her.
Valentine Wannop
Played by Adelaide Clemens
Valentine is a young suffragette who lives with her mother, a novelist. She bursts into Christopher’s life when she ambushes a cabinet minister and needs his help to escape. Smart, passionate and idealistic, she is terrified when Christopher goes to war, and frustrated that he cannot be honest about his feelings for her.
Tom Stoppard returns to TV for BBC drama
Benedict Cumberbatch plays 'the last Tory' Christopher Tietjens in five-part adaptation of Parade's End for BBC2
Vicky Frost
The Guardian, Friday 27 July 2012
He plays an emotionally repressed, highly intelligent gentleman with a complicated line in female relationships. But Benedict Cumberbatch is swapping modern-day sleuthing to play "the last Tory" Christopher Tietjens in a new adaptation of Parade's End by Tom Stoppard.
BBC2's five-part drama based on Ford Madox Ford's tetralogy, set in 1914, marks Stoppard's return to television, with his first project for the corporation in decades.
Stoppard, although familiar with Ford's earlier novel The Good Soldier, only started reading the quartet of books after it was suggested he might adapt them. The writer, who watches television "sporadically", said he realised "damn quickly I really wanted the job".
But it was not without challenges. "The structure of the books is not linear, nor does it fall into five equal parts, it's a modernist novel with a thought towards experimentalism, and most of all, as with many adaptations, you have the problem that there's a lot of interesting stuff going on in the novel, without necessarily having the dramatic momentum or even the physical concrete dimension to it," he said at a screening of the drama.
Stoppard's involvement, and that of Bafta award-winning director Susanna White, has helped attract a cast that includes Rufus Sewell, Rupert Everett, Stephen Graham and Rebecca Hall – who plays Tietjens's socialite wife Sylvia.
Cumberbatch – much in demand in the UK and US following his role as Sherlock in the BBC1 drama – was one of only "a tiny handful" of actors who could have played Tietjens, a highly principled, brilliant government statistician, said White.
But, with Parade's End cast before Sherlock hit screens, the director and Stoppard first had to convince American broadcaster HBO, which has produced the drama with the BBC.
"HBO said 'Who is this Benedict?' and we said: 'Trust us, he's truly a great actor and by the time Parade's End comes out everyone will have heard of him," said White. "Of course now, everybody in America has heard of him and he's playing the villain in Star Trek."
Parade's End, due to broadcast later this summer, transports audiences to the end of the Edwardian era and the time of the Great War, as also have BBC1's recent adaptation of Sebastian Faulks' Birdsong, and the hugely popular second series of Downton Abbey.
"Everything changed afterwards," said Stoppard, explaining the period's importance. "It was the last period of social history among the top half of the English class system. People of a later generation might say that of 1939 – but in the case of 1914 there really is a sense of an important page being turned, never to be turned back again."
There is also a certain resonance between Tietjen's moral view of the world – central to the plot is the relationship between Tietjen and his wife, and the young suffragette Valentine Wannop – and the questions currently preoccupying society, said White.
"People are asking a lot of moral questions about how we behave as a society. About our values, the environment, money and how politicians behave … it might not be immediately obvious what an old-fashioned Tory has to say to us now, but actually I think there's a lot that chimes."
Parade's End, final episode, BBC Two, review
Serena Davies reviews the final episode of Tom Stoppard’s BBC Two adaptation of Ford Madox Ford's Edwardian novels Parade's End.
By Serena Davies 21 Sep 2012 in The Telegraph
So what, finally, did Parade’s End amount to? The last episode of Tom Stoppard’s adaptation of Ford Madox Ford’s doorstopper has aired on BBC Two. Half its scenes were of war and gory wounds; the other half of society chat, which came with its own form of lacerations, in the cutting remarks of the witchy Sylvia Tietjens (Rebecca Hall).
The BBC has thrown a lot at this drama: huge amounts of cash (American moneybags HBO helped out), two leads (Hall and Benedict Cumberbatch) with burgeoning Hollywood careers, and a script by Britain’s Greatest Living Playwright (arguably).
Stoppard duly delivered a screenplay that was ever astute, often funny and nearly always lucid – a feat considering the source material is frequently impenetrable. The script was also that remarkable thing in this Downton-saturated age: never sentimental.
In the final episode, noble, unglamorous hero Christopher Tietjens (Cumberbatch) finally got to the Front. There he met a shell-shocked CO who liked to summon pot shots from the Germans by careering across No Man’s Land. In Steven Robertson’s mercurial performance he had a whiff of Brideshead’s Sebastian Flyte about him: destroyed by hateful circumstances, but a bit of an immature fool to begin with.
The CO was spared the snipers (that would have been too obviously sad) but Sylvia’s twerp of a lover, Potty Perowne, was buried up to his neck by a shell, a fixed grin turned heavenwards. This moment elicited the evening’s funniest line. Sylvia, after defending her affair with him to her mother by saying it was an act of charity – “as Jesus would have done” then added: “They say he died with a smile on his face. Potty, that is.”
But ultimately the finale of Parade’s End broke down into a series of clever vignettes, such as the one I describe above, without ever really bringing home the soaring passions and the heart-rending frustrations of the three lead characters that we had seen so poetically played out in the drama’s flawless first two parts. Hall’s proud Sylvia, with her inexpressible love for her husband, had in episode two soared to a figure of tragic stature. But by the close of the series, her cap now set at the buffoonish General Campion, she had become a caricature. Similarly, earlier in the series, Tietjens and his suffragette friend Valentine Wannop had talked touchingly of mutual respect when really they meant love. But on Friday, barely had they been reunited after the war than they were dancing openly in the firelight together in the drama’s closing minutes.
I think Stoppard had to rush it at the end. The adaptation spent three episodes of its allotted five telling the story of the first of Ford’s four novels. Perhaps this was why we didn’t have the time fully to appreciate the transformation worked by the war on Tietjens, where the battle’s brutality and immediacy had finally convinced him of the importance of living day by day, so that he could then jettison his principles and love Valentine publicly despite the fact he was married to another woman.
All that said, it was a very fine thing, this drama. A thoughtful adaptation of an important book that was immaculately acted and directed with great visual flair by Susanna White. Its unpredictability, its love of irony and British eccentricity, and its sheer originality shall be much missed.
Wednesday, 17 October 2012
Goodwood Revival
A MAGICAL STEP BACK IN TIME
The Goodwood Revival really is a magical step back in time, a unique chance to revel in the glamour and allure of motor racing in the romantic time capsule of the world’s most authentic motor circuit.
Leave the ‘Modern World’ Behind
The Revival is the world’s most popular historic motor race meeting and the only event of its kind to be staged entirely in the nostalgic time capsule of the 1940s, 50s and 60s.
It is the biggest and best historic motor racing party of the year.
The Revival offers visitors the opportunity to leave the ‘modern world’ behind and join motor sport luminaries including Sir Stirling Moss, Richard Attwood, John Surtees and Derek Bell in an unabashed celebration of flat-out, wheel-to-wheel racing around a classic racetrack, untouched by the modern world.
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Goodwood 1948
MOTOR CIRCUIT HISTORY
New Era for Legendary motor circuit
The Revival relives the glory days of Goodwood Motor Circuit, which ranked alongside Silverstone as Britain’s leading racing venue throughout its active years between 1948 and 1966.
During this time, it hosted contemporary racing of all kinds, including Formula One, the famous Goodwood Nine Hours race and the celebrated Tourist Trophy sports car race.
Today, for three days each September, this historic circuit stages a race meeting for the kind of cars and motorcycles that would have competed at Goodwood during 1948-1966.
The circuit echoes to the spine-tingling bark of golden-age Grand Prix cars from the 50s and 60s, thundering sports and GT cars, as well as historic saloon cars and little-seen Formula Juniors.
FAMOUS FACES
Many of these important historic racing cars are driven by famous faces from motor sport past and present. Sir Stirling Moss, John Surtees, Sir Jack Brabham, Phil Hill, Derek Bell, David Coulthard, Damon Hill, Gerhard Berger, Johnny Herbert, Wayne Gardner, Giacomo Agostini and the late, great Barry Sheene have all taken part at the Revival.
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Goodwood Revival: a brief history
Chris Knapman gives a brief history of how motor racing returned to Goodwood.
By Chris Knapman9:00AM BST 14 Sep 2012 in The Telegraph
The revival of racing at the Goodwood motor circuit was always part of the plan.
In 1993, Lord March had been bowled over by the success of the inaugural Festival of Speed hillclimb which, despite being a new event on an already-busy motorsport calendar, had attracted 30,000 visitors. But staging a race meeting for historic cars on the old Goodwood motor circuit was another matter.
The Revival would be a weekend of motorsport that would recreate the circuit’s glory years, between 1948, when it hosted Britain’s first post-war motor race at a permanent venue, and 1966, when Freddie March deemed that the cars had simply become too fast for his track. If the formula was simplicity itself, executing it would be anything but.
Safety was of course a concern. Since the last competitive race had lapped the 2.38-mile circuit, the goalposts had moved, not just for cars but for tracks as well. In Goodwood’s heyday, the circuit was lined with safety banks and not much else, but by the Nineties, Armco barriers, gravel traps and huge run-off areas were the norm. There would still be huge mud banks, but they were to prevent the acoustics from the circuit reaching local residents – all part of appeasing the planners in the local council.
Lord March and his team would also need to justify to the Motor Sports Association and FIA inspectors why the circuit needed to appear exactly as it did in the Fifties – there would be no ultra-modern pit facility and certainly no changes to the corners themselves, which even to this day remain as much of a challenge as they ever were.
Of course, the circuit still needed new buildings, but every brick and every lick of paint would conform to the Revival formula. And that’s why, when you set foot on site, even today, you feel as though you’re taking a step back in time.
The stage was set and the crowds obliged. For the first Goodwood Revival, in September 1998 (50 years to the day since the first race was held there), 68,000 visitors donned period outfits. Fourteen years later, more than 100,000 will descend on the Goodwood circuit over the next three days. And, as the men dig out a cravat and trilby and the women dust off their party frocks, each adds to the unmistakable Revival atmosphere.
Photographs courtesy of The Telegraph.
Monday, 15 October 2012
Hubert de Givenchy.
Count Hubert James Marcel Taffin de Givenchy, born 21 February 1927) is a French aristocrat and fashion designer who founded The House of Givenchy in 1952. He is famous for having designed much of the personal and professional wardrobe of Audrey Hepburn, as well as clothing for clients such as Jacqueline Kennedy. He was named to the International Best Dressed List Hall of Fame in 1970.
Impressed by the 1937 World's Fair in Paris, young Givenchy decided he wanted to work "somewhere in fashion design". He studied at the École des Beaux-Arts in Paris. His first designs were done for Jacques Fath in 1945, an association that came through family members who knew Fath personally. Later he did designs for Robert Piguet and Lucien Lelong (1946) — working alongside the still-unknown Pierre Balmain and Christian Dior. From 1947 to 1951 he worked for the avantgarde designer Elsa Schiaparelli.
In 1952, Givenchy opened his own design house at the Plaine Monceau in Paris. Later he named his first collection "Bettina Graziani" for Paris's top model at the time. His style was marked by innovativeness, contrary to the more conservative designs by Dior. At 25, he was the youngest designer of the progressive Paris fashion scene. His first collections were characterized by the use of rather cheap fabrics for financial reasons, but they always piqued curiosity through their design. Audrey Hepburn, later the most prominent proponent of Givenchy's fashion, and Givenchy met in 1953 during the shoot of Sabrina. He went on to design almost all the wardrobes she wore in her movies. He also developed his first perfume collection for her (L'Interdit and Le de Givenchy). At that time, Givenchy also met his idol, Cristóbal Balenciaga, who had also influenced Paco Rabanne's work previously. Although a renowned designer, Givenchy not only sought inspiration from the lofty settings of haute couture but also in such avant-garde environments as Limbo, the store in Manhattan's East Village.
In 1954, Givenchy's prêt-à-porter collection debuted; later a men's line was also launched.
The House of Givenchy was split in 1981, with the perfume line going to Veuve Clicquot, while the fashion branch went to LVMH's portfolio of upscale brands. As of today, LVMH owns Parfums Givenchy as well.
September 4, 2012,
By Mary M. Lane in The Wall Street Journal "Speakeasy"
Hubert de Givenchy Remembers Audrey Hepburn
Since retiring from haute couture in 1995, Hubert de Givenchy has led a mostly private life immersed not in fashion, but in the art world. (He’ll be showing a collection of his 17th and 18th-century bronze and marble sculptures at Christie’s during the upcoming Paris Biennale.) But in a recent interview with Speakeasy, he made time to discuss his friendship with style icon Audrey Hepburn, whom he met in 1953 on the set of “Sabrina.” Though he was expecting the more famous Katherine Hepburn instead, de Givenchy and Audrey sparked a close rapport until her death from cancer in 1993. Below, read an interview with de Givenchy on his first meeting with Hepburn, her work with Unicef, and his final memories of her.
WSJ: What was your first impression of Hepburn? You met her before she was famous.
Hubert de Givenchy: There are hundreds of memories. In 1953, they needed dresses for “Sabrina.” Audrey asked me to see her and she arrived in the studio. It’s not that I was disappointed [to not meet Katherine Hepburn]. She was ravishing. But she was dressed in a way that surprised me: small pants, ballerina flats. I asked myself ‘Who is this young lady?’ We liked each other immediately. I was in the middle of making the collection, so I couldn’t make dresses [for “Sabrina”] rapidly enough. I didn’t have the time. We spoke and I said “Unfortunately, I cannot do dresses for you. It’s not possible.” She said, “Can I see the dresses?” I said “Sure.” We showed them to her. There were fifteen or so dresses for her to try on very quickly. She saw the first and said, “This is exactly what I need.” We made the dresses. The film came out. It won an Oscar for the dresses but I didn’t get any credit. She was furious. She demanded “Each time I’m in a film, Givenchy dresses me.”
How did Hepburn handle the juxtaposition between a life of fame and luxury and her work for Unicef? She continued to advocate for them even while sick.
In the early 90s, Audrey fell sick with cancer. She had divorced. She was sharing her life with Robbie Wolders, a charming man. She did a lot of work for Unicef and wore my evening dresses when she was meeting President Bush—the first one. She was visiting countries like Bangladesh for Unicef and afterwards she was very tired. I think she was already sick. Each time she’d say “I’m coming back from hell, what I saw is unthinkable: children dying of AIDS, women who had nothing, men who were killing each other.” We lent her a dress or two for meetings with heads of state.
She had a side so professional and strong. When the president spoke, there were films from Unicef showing in the background. Everyone cried after seeing these horrible images. That’s when I found her so admirable. She took her breath with discretion, and she went to the microphone. After a deep breath she would explain what she saw: tragic things. After that everyone cried, upset by what she had told. One time, after doing this, she took my hand and told me that we should dance. I had no desire to dance. I just wanted to reflect on my emotions. Then she left for another voyage.
One time when we’d loaned her another dress for a similar event, she couldn’t get into her dress. She had gotten too swollen. We went to see her doctor in Los Angeles. We arrived in LA and he announced she had very bad cancer. Every day, the press was at the entrance and exit of the hospital.
One day her son called and said, “Yesterday was an awful moment because doctors had said she only had three or four months.” She said, “Great, finally I can spend time with my kids.”
How did you help her return from California to her home in Switzerland, where she passed away?
It came to be Christmas time. No one was making any decisions. I told her son, Sean, “She can’t stay here. Why not come back to Switzerland? All these reporters say she’s at the point of death.”
We had to figure out how to avoid reporters and then return in secret. We needed to find a plane. I asked different people who had planes. I asked Mrs. Bunny Mellon, as she had several planes. [Rachel “Bunny” Mellon, widow of Paul Mellon, is now 102 and lives in Virginia.] I wanted to know how to rent a plane from L.A. to Geneva directly that would leave very late to avoid reporters. Finally, Bunny said, “I have a captain of one of our planes.” She put me in touch. Finally the date arrived. Everyone was there for the plane. Someone waited for us in Geneva with a station wagon. Audrey came back without trouble to Switzerland, and said to me “Thank you for the magic carpet.”
She was wonderful. She was someone unique. She was real. She could do everything. She could do Shakespeare or other grand writers. She had it all. She was natural.
Hubert de Givenchy; Entre Vies et Légendes biographie Jean-Noël Liaut
Qu'est-ce qu'un homme élégant ? Hubert de Givenchy. Couturier de renommée mondiale, esthète collectionneur de maisons, éternel adolescent fougueux capable de restaurer le potager du roi à Versailles, l'actuel président de Christie's passe pour un classique. Mais il ne le fut pas toujours. Il n'y a pas si longtemps ce "Bébé géant", à la suite de Jacques Fath, incarnait l'esprit parisien, ce rêveur discipliné tourbillonnait dans la café-society, dessinait des robes-chaises pour Maxime de La Falaise, et exportait une certaine idée de la femme en habillant le lutin Audrey Hepburn d'un fourreau noir dans Breakfast at Tiffany's. De Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat à New York, de Venise à Tokyo, le dandy désargenté deviendra vite l'homme pressé. L'homme du monde se muera en créateur à la griffe incontournable.
Dans cette première biographie d'Hubert de Givenchy, les conversations intimes et les souvenirs inédits abondent. C'est l'évocation d'une élégance disparue. C'est aussi une ronde où Audrey Hepburn, Hélène Rochas, les soeurs Mitford, la duchesse de Windsor, et quelques excentriques, saluent leur ami Givenchy, et à travers lui sa conception indémodable de l'éphémère.
Jean-Noël Liaut a 32 ans. Il est l'auteur de Modèles et mannequins 1945-1965, et d'une biographie de la princesse Natalie Paley.
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THE EPITOME OF ELEGANCE
One of the greatest couturiers of the 20th century, Hubert de Givenchy resides in Paris in an elegant hôtel particulier, built for a marquise in 1731. He talks to Apollo about how he has tailored his art collection accordingly.
Susan Moore, Friday, 28th September 2012 in Apollo.
It seems entirely appropriate that Hubert de Givenchy should live in one of the most soberly perfect aristocratic hôtel particuliers in Paris. The Hôtel d’Orrouer, designed in 1731 by the architect Pierre Boscry for Marguerite-Paule de Grivel d’Orrouer, marquise de Feuquières, stands secreted behind a vast stone wall on the rue de Grenelle. When one of the great wooden doors of its triumphal arch of a porte-cochère opens, it reveals a courtyard of gravel and box, plus two classical golden-stone façades of such pared-down simplicity that they verge on the austere. It is a description that might equally fit the exquisitely tailored and infinitely flattering ‘clothes without ornament’ that the couturier – born Count Hubert James Marcel Taffin de Givenchy in 1927 – designed for his great muse, Audrey Hepburn.
Once inside the hôtel, it is clear that the same elegant aesthetic is at work. There is opulence and luxury in terms of materials – ormolu-mounted or gilded furniture, mirrors, candelabra, hardstone vessels, mirror-black vases and bronzes, plus rich embroideries and carpets – and a profusion of objects, but there is a rigour and symmetry in their arrangement that ensures an effect that is masculine and surprisingly unfussy. Nothing is extraneous. As his great mentor Cristóbal Balenciaga once said: the secret of elegance is elimination.
M. de Givenchy has always seen the furnishing and decoration of his various apartments as an extension of his work as a designer. ‘What I try to achieve is principally a harmony between architecture, decoration and colour,’ he explains, as we sit at his desk overlooking a manicured garden. He offers me a choice of tea, coffee, water, Coca-Cola or Champagne, duly delivered by a white-coated butler. ‘This house already has a marvellous decoration of its own with the gilded boiseries of Nicolas Pineau [1684–1754; so I did not need to “decorate” very much. But I do try to find associations between objects in a way that looks natural. I am not interested in creating something
that people say is different or amusing.’
Moreover, he looks appalled – in so far as his impeccable manners allow – when I refer to him as a collector. ‘Madame, I am not a collector,’ he insists. ‘I think of collectors as people who acquire a repetition of the same things – little boxes, or spoons. I have no desire to accumulate.’ He does, however, concede that collecting is in his genes. Three generations of his maternal family who owned or worked for the Gobelins and Beauvais tapestry manu-
factories made and sold various art collections. So, who or what influenced him?
‘I learned from the people I met over the course of my career, many of whom were collectors,’ he explains. ‘When I was very young, I chose to be a dress designer. My mother was wonderful about it, although she said it was not the kind of thing your father had in mind for you – he died when I was two years old.’ It began when M. de Givenchy started work with Jacques Fath – he was 17 – and he had the opportunity to meet Marie-Laure de Noailles. The recklessly eclectic salon of the iconoclastic vicomtesse de Noailles was remarkable in combining the spare minimalist interiors and furniture of Jean-Michel Frank with great Old Masters and Schatzkammer silver-gilt, as well as the work of her Surrealist protégés. It was to exert a profound influence on the taste of Yves Saint Laurent and Pierre Bergé, among many others.
‘At that time, Paris was a dream,’ M. de Givenchy continues. ‘You had Antenor Patiño, you had Arturo Lopez-Wilshaw and Charles de Bestegui.’ (The latter’s Château de Groussay has been described as having the greatest private interiors concocted in the 20th century.) ‘Of course, at the beginning I was not received by these people but, little by little, I was introduced to them, and many were very kind when they heard I was interested in furniture and invited me to visit. Of course, I looked and I looked, and I saw every style and tradition, and I realised what I did not like and what I did like.’ He pauses: ‘And this is my education – and what an education! Those people really understood French 17th- and 18th-century decorative arts and had a real understanding of quality and beauty.’
At the same time, he also began to haunt the premises of the Parisian antiques trade. ‘In the beginning I was scared to open the doors because I had no money to spend, but I went anyway. I remember often going to the Galerie Ramsey, the great antiquaires on the rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré, and Mr Hammel was very nice to this tall young man who never bought anything. He would spend time telling me everything about a particular chair, [or]
a style. I would visit Etienne Levy, Maurice Segoura, Jean-Paul Fabre and Didier Aaron. I would ask questions, and I began to understand more and more, and the more I learned, the more interested I became.’ He would also mark up auction catalogues and dream.
His salary was very small when he began with Fath but it improved as he progressed to Robert Piguet, Lucien Lelong and, finally, the eccentric Elsa Schiaparelli. In 1952 he opened his own design house, and had more time – and funds. ‘When at last I had the opportunity to buy a beautiful object, I bought a chair – a giltwood Louis XVI bergère. It is not, of course, the most important thing that I own but I will never sell it,’ he declares passionately.
While his fellow designers wanted to furnish their apartments immediately (Christian Dior, for instance, had a penchant for Napoleon III papier mâché: ‘I never liked that epoch, for me it is sad’), M. de Givenchy understood almost from the start the importance of working slowly and buying the highest quality objects he could afford. He also never asked any expert for advice. ‘Little by little, I pursued my dream of acquiring furniture from the 17th and 18th centuries, and contemporary art.”
At this time, he also started travelling regularly to the US. His new clientele included the likes of Mrs Charles Wrightsman and Mrs Paul Mellon, and his art education continued apace through his access to these grandest of American collections. It was through an American in Paris, Bettina Shaw-Jones, Schiaparelli’s assistant and subsequently Mrs Gaston Bergery, that he met the ‘most important collector and decorator I had ever known in Paris’. This was the extraordinary Misia Sert, the subject of two recent exhibitions in Paris (the Musée d’Orsay’s ‘Misia, Queen of Paris’ travels to the Musée Bonnard in Le Cannet; 13 October–6 January 2013). An arbiter of taste and fashion, she bought together the artistic and musical elite of Paris. After the death in 1945 of her estranged third husband, the Catalan painter José María Sert, she inherited his apartment on the rue de Rivoli with all of its contents. It was here that M. de Givenchy visited the by now very frail and blind Misia.
‘Her apartment was like an Ali Baba’s cave,’ he recalls, ‘and it was incredible. The taste of her close friend Coco Chanel was in fact the taste of Misia – rock crystal, coromandel, gilt bronze and Boulle…and there was a particular Boulle armoire…’ After Misia’s death in 1950, Sert’s former secretary, the journalist Boulos (Pierre Ristelhueber), contacted M. de Givenchy to ask him if he knew anyone who might buy the armoire as no one seemed to be in the least bit interested in Boulle. ‘On the front of the armoire was a chariot of Apollo and the bronze was of extraordinary quality – I would dream in front of that bronze,’ sighs M. de Givenchy.
He asked around, offering the piece to Helena Rubenstein, the Princesse Gourielli. ‘One day, Boulos said: “Every time you visit you touch the armoire and caress the horses. Why don’t you buy it?” I said the price is impossible and I have nothing like it! In fact, when he told me the price I was so surprised that I said yes.’ The armoire spent 18 months at the restorer’s, which gave M. de Givenchy the chance to completely rethink his apartment on the Esplanade des Invalides, in effect just one big room.
While most collectors of French decor-ative arts might aspire to graduate towards owning a single piece by the greatest and most influential of all French cabinetmakers, M. de Givenchy all but began his collecting career with one. But displaying it became the next issue. ‘Apart from a few good chairs, all I had was a Rothko and a Miró, and they had nothing to do with a Boulle armoire. So I asked Charles Sevigny, an extraordinary young architect with great taste, if he could help. I asked him to make an enormous screen made of bronze-tinted mirror, and put the armoire directly in front of that. The comb-ination of Rothko, Miró and Boulle was wonderful.’ His second Boulle acquisition
for the small apartment was the hardly less remarkable six-legged bureau plat known as the Ashburnham desk, previously owned by Antenor Patiño.
And the Rothko? ‘One day Mrs Mellon sent me a postcard of a marvellous Rothko painting from the collection of the architect Philip Johnson. I said that I thought he was a great painter, and that it was important to have a painting by him in the National Gallery of Art in Washington [Paul Mellon was a founding benefactor and trustee of the institution]. She said she agreed completely but that Paul did not care for this period of art.’ Soon after, in February 1970, Rothko committed suicide. Mrs Mellon wrote to M. de Givenchy and asked if he would like to visit Rothko’s studio next time he came to New York. ‘We go to the studio one morning and there are 800 Rothkos. Mrs Mellon buys 14, and I decided to reserve one for me. At that time Rothko is not so expensive – and there were no other Rothkos in Paris!’ His painting is now in the Fondation Beyeler in Basel.
‘Another time she wanted to buy some work by Braque. I told her that the best Braques were to be found with the Maeghts in the South of France and that she should make some time to go. I call up Marguerite Maeght – she is a great friend – and we all have lunch. Bunny bought four or five Braques that afternoon. That was what my life was like: I would visit a client for a fitting and we would end up doing something completely different. Life is marvellous!’
His continued joie de vivre is evident as he discusses, eyes twinkling, his latest project: ‘What is important is to create, and creation is the most important thing in life for me.’ M. de Givenchy has always been a man in need of
a canvas – be it a muse, a mannequin or a building. That much is clear as we talk about the various architectural ‘canvases’ he has had to work with in Paris, in the country and in the south of France.
After he sold his company in 1988, M. de Givenchy decided it would be a good idea to sell the piano nobile of the Hôtel d’Orrouer and move downstairs into the pied-à-terre (he had three labradors at the time and was planning to spend more time in the country. At this point in the story he has the good grace to laugh and say: “What a pied-à-terre!” for the ground-floor apartment is a mirror of the one above, but with slightly lower ceilings. The principal contents of the piano nobile were duly sold by Christie’s in Monaco in 1993, where they set a record for a single-owner collection of decorative arts, and the heavenly project of creation began again – twice, after he decided not to sell the piano nobile after all.
It was during a conversation with Christie’s Charles Cator and François de Ricqles that M. de Givenchy revealed that he had long cherished the idea of creating his own modest version of La Galerie de Girardon. François Girardon (1628–1715), arguably the most influential sculptor in France under Louis XIV, was also an extraordinary collector of sculpture, amassing over 800 pieces that ranged from classical antiquities and copies after the antique to the contemporary. Around 1708, he commissioned René Charpentier (1680–1723) to draw its highlights, and Gilles-
Marie Oppenordt (1672–1742) to design for them a grand and imaginary architectural setting. The subsequent engravings constitute an important record of both Girardon’s oeuvre and his collection.
Mr Cator was so enthusiastic about the idea that he suggested they stage it at Christie’s Paris as an exhibition to coincide with the Biennale des Antiquaires. The show, which ran from 11 to 26 September, presented some 10 pieces, or pairs, from the Givenchy collection, set against a backdrop of the engraved Girardon plates. Most are bronzes, although two 17th- or 18th-century Italian polychrome marble busts of Claudius and Alexander the Great also took a bow, as did a pair of Louis XV marble vases of around 1700–65, which have astounding and apparently unique ormolu mounts of masks and snakes .
M. de Givenchy insists that he knows ‘absolutely nothing’ about bronze. ‘It is all instinct,’ he says. He buys when a work of art delivers a coup de foudre and he knows he must live with it. Yet his is an incredibly sure eye, as these sculptures bear ample witness. Here, for instance, is a pair of bronze figures representing Venus Marina and a sea goddess, probably Amphitrite, the wife of Poseidon, that he bought over 40 years ago and which Christie’s Paris’ sculpture specialist Isabelle Degut has now attributed to Robert Le Lorrain (1666–1743). The Amphitrite appears to be the only known cast. Similarly, the bronze of Harpocrates, Greek god of silence, is also the only known model of its type. Based on a Roman marble, it is now believed to be the work of an Italo-Flemish sculptor working in the circle of François Duquesnoy (1597–1643).
Interestingly, some of the pieces are mirrored in the Girardon engravings, not least the beautiful bronze of Bacchus of around 1700 , attributed to Girardon himself. Again, it appears to be a unique cast and one of only two known figures of this size by the sculptor. The others are the pair of bronze river gods representing the Nile and the Tiber, also after the antique . He coveted these bronzes the moment he saw them at Wildenstein’s in New York three decades ago, and was told repeatedly they were not for sale. He was able to buy them about three years ago. ‘Some pieces are your destiny,’ says M. de Givenchy, who was fortunate enough to find their grand and very probably original bases at Kugel in Paris.
His wish is that someone take on and extend his sculpture collection and realise a Galerie de Girardon in their own home. I ask whether he regrets selling any works of art. ‘C’est la vie. Life has different stages. You must realise that in life what you want more and more is simplicity – a simple room, a perfect bed, one nice table, a few objects that you really like, and a good book.’ Perhaps the secret of life, like elegance, is elimination.
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