TheChicGeek says, "If you received a Teddy Ruxpin in the 1980’s your parents had money. Alessandra Gucci, the daughter of Maurizio and Patrizia Gucci, in the new film, House of Gucci, unwraps the talking teddy bear at their ski chalet in St. Moritz just as her parents’ marriage is starting to disintegrate.
The film centres on the grandson of the Gucci founder and his rollercoaster relationship and ultimate murder under his wife’s auspices, played by Lady Gaga.
Left - The Gucci Mob
Gaga is intense and totally commited, down to the bad make-up, Jared Leto is unrecognisable as Maurizio’s cousin, Paolo Gucci. Al Pacino is like a mob boss as his uncle, Aldo, while Jeremy Irons adds some class as Rodolfo Gucci, Maurizio’s father, who early on knew the true motivation for Patrizia.
The film has a great soundtrack, though it doesn’t correspond exactly with the timeline, add in New York, disco and glamour and it brings to mind the recent Halston series with Ewan McGregor. I didn't realise Maurizio was still at Gucci when Tom Ford arrived to completely reinvent the brand.
The styling is good. Gucci’s famous snaffle loafers make a starring role, plus there’s a few Jackie bags and monogrammed prints. This will only propel the mega-brand to even greater exposure and popularity. Even the bad 1980’s jewellery. This film is a reseller’s dream.
The only jarring moments were the disco scene at the beginning - it wasn’t very 70s and looked like a made- for-movie set with strange dance floor - and Domenico de Sole’s white socks - not sure any Italian of taste would wear white sports socks with black shoes.
Paolo Gucci’s eccentric and mocked designs could surely have found at home with the Etro family?! And the budget Wintour and Leon Talley are funny.
The film is hammy, but that’s okay because every actor is committed. I thoroughly enjoyed it."
Lady Gaga as Patrizia Reggiani (Gucci)
Jared Leto as Paolo Gucci
Adam Driver as Maurizio Gucci
Salma Hayek as 'psychic' Pina Auriemma
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A name dropper who was dropped, André Leon Talley’s latest memoir, The Chiffon Trenches, charts his life and career through the glittering war zone of fashion’s front row and his time at American Vogue. From his childhood in the southern states of America, raised by his grandmother, to New York, bouncing between there and Paris, depending on his roles at various magazines, it’s a who’s who (or who he knows) of fashion and society in one of the most exciting periods of 20th century fashion. Think the great 1970s period of Yves Saint Laurent.
Left - André Leon Talley - The Chiffon Trenches published by HarperCollins - £20
While I’ve never read Talley’s journalistic work, being pictured on the arm or by the side of American Vogue editor Anna Winter saw him enter fashion folklore. With his voluminous kaftans and capes he became a memorable fashion caricature alongside Wintour’s bob and dark sunglasses.
As a journalist, this is lite and while he thinks he’s describing things, throwing in a few French terms just feels a bit dated and doesn’t impress. Well, not this side of the pond anyway. It’s fluff.
The beef between YSL and Karl Lagerfeld is legendary and it’s interesting to hear about his dealings with John Galliano and Alexander McQueen, but apart from that there’s no great insight other than continually reminding you how he knows his fashion history and what a great dresser Lee Radziwill (Jackie O’s sister) was.
Clearly used to the golden years of magazines, when you could expense everything, had a car at your disposal and got put up in the Ritz, he glosses over his failings, like losing his job at Ebony, they couldn’t afford him, or so he says, and then messing up a huge opportunity writing YSL’s book because he took much on and didn’t have the time. Doesn’t look good, or sound professional.
Wintour and Lagerfeld dropped him a few years back, so the reason behind writing this book was probably the death of the latter. He knew that his friendship with Lagerfeld was the reason Wintour held him so close.
This, along with his documentary, The Gospel According To André, has a feeling of still trying to stay relevant and visible. But, what does he do exactly? He seems to mostly accompany rich women when they go shopping. He loves ‘a strictly private invitation funeral mass’ and has to drop in how he’s always frow or got a select invite to something or another.
He hates it when others don’t like his chosen gifts. It’s a lot of giving and receiving special stuff. All about the alligator. It has to be the best, most expensive and this attitude feels again dated. He moans about people treating him badly yet carries on doing things for them or going to their launches and dinners. He wants to feel important. Has to.
He compares Naomi Campbell to Elizabeth Taylor. Really? #eyeroll And addresses Edward Enninful as a Sir, which he’s not. He has an OBE, and, for a man who think he knows everything, this feels like a stupid thing not to know. I'm surprised the publisher didn't pick this up.
Sycophantic, he’s like one of those people who hears something new then acts like they invented it. It’s all Goyard luggage and blacked out cars. He’s sucked in by breeding and heritage and he's spoilt by a free and expensed lifestyle. Those days are over.
The book is quite repetitive; Met Gala, Anna Wintour Costume Center, Diana Vreeland, Lagerfeld, Chanel, Chanel, Chanel…
There’s a best dressed list at the end of the book and even a ‘picture section’.
Takeaway - He’s a self-professed ’elegant walker’ and, while bitter about his detachment from Wintour, Talley has kept all the receipts, literally, and they are all here to read. Burn.