My Scarfs and Me - 2
You cannot afford a painting
by a famous French artist? Don’t worry.
Buy a scarf with the same image. So did I at the Musée Fernand Léger in
Biot at the Cote d’Azur.
The same you can do with the Haute Couture labels where
even a silk scarf can cost a small fortune but will accompany you for years on
end. I have chosen the dark brown geometry on beige by Charles Jourdan,
the plain squares of hot pink and mustard by Rodier, the jungle leaves on light
wool by Grès, who are now making perfumes only.
From a friend who owns a
boutique I got my signature leopards on a scarf by Etienne Aigner and
a somewhat heraldic pattern by Hermès. It says grande
uniforme which means splendid military uniform. The French love that. You
wouldn’t think that they ever had a revolution. On a vintage sale I made a
lucky find, a silk scarf signed by Michèle Morgan, the French blonde icon of
yesteryear with the cat eyes.
The ostrich feather
boom of the early 20th century may be gone, but the feathers have their
come back for litteraly feather light shawls. Many mansions
of the South African feather barons of yesteryear in the dusty Karoo town Oudtshoorn are converted to guest houses if not
crumbling. Nowadays, the delicate feather shawls in pastel shades and with bead work are sold in the Western Cape’s tourist mekka Stellenbosch. Mine is a dream in light mint green.
For every-day use ostrich feathers are adorning truly hand made dusters in Oudtshoorn and elswhere in South Africa.
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