a romantic theme, Lloyd Klein weaves a story about two lovers meeting
in the Faubourgs in Pariss 9th arrondissement, Montmartre,
reports Phillip D. Johnson
PHOTOGRAPHED BY RICHARD SPIEGEL
APPRECIATE Paris-based designer Lloyd Klein, sometimes you
just have to strap yourself into your seat and prepare yourself
for a wild and bumpy ride. In past showings, Mr Klein has often
appeared to be careening out of control with only his disciplined
foundation of precision tailoring to hold him in check. He hops
from idea to idea with the speed of a whirling dervish, leaving
you breathless and unfortunately, sometimes unsatisfied at the end.
But to be fair, the clothes were always beautiful and shown with
a lot of imagination and flair. I say this while remembering his
spring 2002 show at the Puck Building in New York City’s SoHo District.
The ideas he presented then—men’s jackets in black with bright day-glow
silk linings and architecturally reconstructed pieces—continue to
resonate with me even today.
|Mr Klein was inspired
by the ‘romantic story of two lovers who meet secretly in the
Faubourgs at Montmartre in Paris each winter … a weaving
of a quixotic and forbidden love between a struggling artist
and an aristocratic woman
For fall 2003, Mr Klein managed to do something
that will reap many benefits later: he calmed down and took the
time to gather his thoughts and ideas in a cohesive manner. So,
instead of feeling overwhelmed, I was left with a definite idea
of what he was trying to say and why I should pay attention in the
To quote the press kit, Mr Klein was inspired
by the ‘romantic story of two lovers who meet secretly in the Faubourgs
at Montmartre in Paris each winter … a romantic weaving of a quixotic
and forbidden love between a struggling artist and an aristocratic
woman.’ Well, being unrepentant romantic I am, I got it right away.
This woman is not totally blinded by love; therefore
she is clear-minded enough to have the appropriate outfit for every
possible situation she may find herself in. Anticipating the arrival
of her lover at their designated meeting place, she lounges around
in a slouchy, bathrobe-like green velvet topcoat with aubusson embroidered
sleeves and a pair of fine corduroy knickers. When he failed to
show up, she went back home to her own home, devastated and lost
in a fog of fear and loss. Realizing that she has to keep up appearances,
she arms herself in a military-style jacket and pair it with (consecutively)
a fringed hem skirt and a plum feathered asymmetrical mini-dress.
After all, while it is okay to be anxious, it is not OK
to let other people see your fears and anxiety.