17 August 2011

Zac Posen GWTW

I'd cut up my heart for you to wear if you wanted it. 
-Scarlett to Ashley,  from Margaret Mitchell's  Gone With the Wind

It ain't fittin'... it ain't fittin'. It jes' ain't fittin'... It ain't fittin'.-Mammie to Scarlett
Mammie- what are you gonna-wear?

Scarlett- that.

Mammie- No you won't. You can't show your bosom before three o'clock.

Rhett- I thought it was about time to get you out of that fake mourning. [shows her how to wear it after she places it on backward] The war stopped being a joke when a girl like you doesn't know how to wear the latest fashion. And those pantalettes: I don't know a woman in Paris who wears pantalettes any more.
Scarlett- Oh Rhett, what do they — you shouldn't talk about such things.
Rhett- You little hypocrite. You don't mind my knowing about them, just my talking about them.
Scarlett-But really Rhett, I can't go on accepting these gifts although you are awfully kind.
She closed the window and leaned her head against the velvet curtains and looked out across the bleak pasture toward the dark cedars of the burying ground.
The moss-green velvet curtains felt prickly and soft beneath her cheek and she rubbed her face against them gratefully, like a cat. And then suddenly she looked at them.
A minute later, she was dragging a heavy marble-topped table across the floor. Its rusty castors screeching in protest. She rolled the table under the window, gathered up her skirts, climbed on it and tiptoed to reach the heavy curtain pole. It was almost out of her reach and she jerked at it so impatiently the nails came out of the wood, and the curtains, pole and all, fell to the floor with a clatter.
As if by magic, the door of the parlor opened and the wide black face of Mammy appeared, ardent curiosity and deepest suspicion evident in every wrinkle. She looked disapprovingly at Scarlett, poised on the table top, her skirts above her knees, ready to leap to the floor...

Scoot up to the attic and get my box of dress patterns, Mammy 
I'm going to have a new dress.

After supper had been cleared away, Scarlett and Mammy spread patterns on the dining-room table while Suellen and Carreen busily ripped satin linings from curtains and Melanie brushed the velvet with a clean hairbrush to remove the dust. Gerald, Will and Ashley sat about the room smoking, smiling at the feminine tumult. A feeling of pleasurable excitement which seemed to emanate from Scarlett was on them all, an excitement they could not understand. There was color in Scarlett's face and a bright hard glitter in her eyes and she laughed a good deal. Her laughter pleased them all, for it had been months since they had heard her really laugh. Especially did it please Gerald. His eyes were less vague than usual as they followed her swishing figure about the room and he patted her approvingly whenever she was within reach. The girls were as excited as if preparing for a ball and they ripped and cut and basted as if making a ball dress of their own.

 You go into the arena alone. The lions are hungry for you- Rhett to Scarlett

fittin' for Scarlet 

read about the Restoration of the gowns at the swell life  here
NPR here
& Vogue italia here



  1. Absolutely Lovely post - it brings back so many memories of times gone by, and how titillating it was to try and be just like Scarlett when I was a teen... Gone With The Wind made me aware of fashion for the very first time, and kept me at my Mother's Singer Sewing Machine for hours on end.

  2. This is an amazing post. I'm going to link to it.

  3. Although the GWTW sets could have been and should have been better, I thought Vivian Leigh's wardrobe was fabulous.
    __ The Devoted Classicist

  4. This post is wonderful... one of my favorite books and one of my favorite movies. I will definitely be traveling to see whatever exhibit these dresses become a part of in 2014.

  5. Brilliant! The red gown is just breathtaking!

    I am now a follower. Stop by and visit me sometime...


  6. "...a bright hard glitter in her eyes"
    Nobody writes like that anymore...I loved your post.

  7. As always, love the way your mind works. And Ok = I'll admit it, I'm not a huge GWTW fan - but Vivien Leigh was gorgeous as were the costumes.Not that you show it, but I had the same paper in my foyer as was in Tara - didn't even realize it until someone told me!! And what a collection - fabulous!

  8. i stayed up late on new year

    with master tenn

    it was the way we were able to stay up mind you.

    amazing what a 12 year old could not fathom nor understand

    but in the end the same phrases that we all love

    became his too

  9. Simply stunning! That red gown is amazing.



  10. I want you to know that the first thing I do when I sit down with my coffee is to click on your blog. It is always, arresting in some way, beautiful and thought provoking. You also have managed to give it an authenticity that makes it possible to read before my coffee brings my brain to life. So thank you for posting each day. Clara

    P.S. Feeling languorous in New Orleans, I identify with Scarlett in bed !

  11. that this is a pleasing lark to me-and everyone else finds it so-pleases me more! Clara-that is music to my ears. I will try to keep your expectations high.

    I cut my reading teeth on GWTW. My first full blown novel read during a hot Georgia summer at age 10. I find now-the story holds up-as any immersion into a historical era-the research MM did was extensive-extensive--- & Scarlett was a woman of her times making a life from little the culture had to offer her, always failing to grasp the one thing necessary to survive. as to The movie holds many stereotypes of course-but VL's skills and beauty as Scarlett are unimpeachable, accent on the peach!



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