Remembering Yves St. Laurent

 

The trajectory of St. Laurent’s career is well-known. At 18, a dress design competition paved the way to an internship with Christian Dior; at 21, Dior’s death enabled (and required) St. Laurent’s legendarily acclaimed first collection. That critical triumph launched a lifelong career in haute-couture, and (with the introduction in the late-60s of his Rive Gauche label), in the ready-to-wear clothes that did much to establish his legend as an elite populist (and even feminist). His personal affect and sensibility itself framed a kind of template for the persona of the contemporary designer, from Lagerfeld and Jacobs to Libeskind and Diller: a steely frailty, a glittering melancholy, a self-effacing grandeur.  History has always worn clothes: the latest ladies’ styles from France, among other things, changed significantly between 1789 and 1812 (less fabric, better posture). But today we’re accustomed to the idea that what is stylish in clothes changes every six months or six minutes. The idea is that a sequence of formal transformations both reflects and shapes more intangible shifts in the Zeitgeist. Hemlines go down when the stock market plunges, says the legend. More generally, in the tropes of design history consolidated by the latter 19th Century and self-consciously enacted thereafter, different times and technologies call for different formal languages, from Gothic and Classical to Grunge and Mod. It’s debatable whether this is a democratically organic process (wherein the word on the street filters up to the atelier), or a calculating capitalist process of planned obsolence. Or, naturally, both. What seems to distinguish St. Laurent’s work within this theme is that his collections between the mid-60s and mid-70s cemented, if not invented, this phenomenon that we now take for granted: that like clockwork each season we encounter the new new. In Dior’s “New Look” of 1947, a suddenly narrow-waisted, low-hemlined dress spoke to the transformation from war to post-war. But St. Laurent’s work especially transformed this singular moment of metamorphosis into a constant recurrence. Timeless timeliness.More particularly, in St. Laurent’s work, while this change was in part one of fabric and visual reference, it was most significantly one of geometry, of form, of shape, of profile. That first post-Dior collection essayed a sort of triangular dress sillhouette, followed by something linear, then by something convex, and on and on. One quality that ostensibly distinguishes “designing” from its sister “styling,” as modes of applying form to objects, is the seeming constancy of the former, and the seeming changeability of the latter. A good design solution is a good design solution, goes the argument, regardless of the calendar or clock. But as for style, what’s lively in April is deadly in September. Nothing emphasizes the constant qualities of a particular designer’s hand or eye more than the continual formal changes in his or her output. Authorship isn’t in what changes, but in what doesn’t. If the general geometry is always in flux, then we’re drawn ever more closely to the details, decisions, and doo-dads that stay the same. And the idea, perhaps, of where the quality of designed-ness is to be located in an object becomes ever more closely associated with this finer grain: the way a seam is rolled, a corner turned, a detail positioned. The more inconstant the sequence of forms seems to be, the more the work seems to be shaped by some authorless in-the-air trend, then the more visible this other form of constancy, and of authorship, becomes. While it’s commonplace, especially in fashion, to imagine that the only thing constant is change, St. Laurent’s work suggests that the only thing constant, suprisingly, is constancy. The quality of timelessness in St. Laurent’s work is closely associated with his exercises in type. His collections of the 1960s and 70s appropriated the forms and details of certain archetypical garments from, it seemed, beyond the seasonal whims of the fashion system. Thus the safari jacket; the navy peacoat; the black dress; the Bogart trench coat; the tuxedo. Each of these would be thematized into a sequence of erudite remixes. In 1966, for example, St. Laurent’s Spring collection recalled a man’s tuxedo suit or dinner jacket ensemble, transgendering it into “Le Smoking,” a slinky feminine commentary. Which is, common wisdom holds, the origin of today’s ubiquitous (and recently politically significant) women’s pantsuit. That very same year saw the original publication of Robert Venturi’s Complexity and Contradiction in Architecture, which essayed the same erudite exercise of cataloging, appropriating, and cleverly mutating a populist/elitist historical canon. In the 1980s and 90s, St. Laurent’s later work (sometimes suggestively called his “classical” period), saw a further layer of cross-referencing and cross-dressing. St. Laurent re-appropriated and re-remixed his own appropriations and remixes, so a smoking jacket becomes a commentary on a commentary on a smoking jacket — creating a mannered set of references that, as much as Venturi’s clever pastiches, describes whatever we mean by that interesting word, post-modern. Conversely, the very garments that were the formal foundation for these transformations were chosen, perhaps, because of their universality and uniformity — qualities, associated with, among other things, the notion of Modernism in design.
To these themes we should add a footnote. On the eve of the upcoming September Fashion Weeks that mark the true beginning of the year, it’s worth remembering this: perhaps the most invisible but lasting contribution of St. Laurent’s to the intersections between design, architecture, and fashion, was his adoption, along with other designers in the mid-1970s, of the raised runway. Elevating the display of clothes a meter or so above the floor is a gesture we now take for granted, but that redirecting of our gaze changed fashion by changing the way we look at fashion. This slight spatial isolation made it all the more photographable, spectacular, theatrical and visible. And has something to do with the way that the word, “fashion”, now hovers like an elegant ghost, always already before the word “designer.”Thomas de Monchaux, the inaugural AIGA Winterhouse Design Writing Award winner, is working on a Graham Foundation-supported book about 2 Columbus Circle, New York.