She paid great attention to a woman's body in a way that flattered her clients. Among her many silhouettes, she is known for her classic--almost, Grecian lines.
When I saw the coat pictured (left), I gasped!! While my mother was finishing medical school, she worked with a Doctor Gelbert. Gelbert had a wife named, Ghermaine.
Ghermaine was Madeleine Vionnet's goddaughter!
My mother used to tell me about Ghermaine's small--but select--wardrobe. Beautifully fitted suits and classically elegant dresses...but, also, a wonderful coat trimmed with--or, was it all?--lutre (European otter). According to my mother, it was a treat when she sat next to Ghermaine (and was able to feel the luxurious warmth of Ghermaine's godmother's luxurious creation)!
I wasn't supposed to take a picture (but how could I not?)!
Fast-forward to yesterday. Still in search of a "real" wool coat, I tried on every goose-down equivalent at the new Friendship Heights Marshall's. A very nice selection of Cole Haan--at very respectable prices. One navy Tommy Hilfiger was promising. Fussbudget that I am, it boiled down to the headgear: those attachable hoods look pretty around one's neck (but all but blind you when you lift them :-o!). I went round and round--passed the brown coat twice. (Of course I'd already made the connection in my mind :-). I finally decided, "Why not?" Three sizes were left: 4; 8; 14. Would the 8 still fit me? It was time to find out...
Yes!!! And, 78% wool, to boot: about as good as a Cinzia Rocca (but at a fraction of the price)--
So, yes I bought it. I now have my "serious" wool coat. Ghermaine's coat. Georgina's coat.
It's uncanny, don't you think ;-)?



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