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Fashion Week
Fashion meant a lot to my mother. She saw it as a visa that enabled her to travel from provincial Kansas City and Minneapolis to glamourous New York, London and Paris. Couture and tailored clothes from designers and stores like Bergdorf Goodman became essential to the creation of her new selves: Mrs. Oliver Rea a chic trophy wife and then the ex-Mrs. Oliver Rea, swinging divorcee and jet setter.
My stepfather facilitated this with open accounts anywhere she cared to dress. I still have a couple of the most beautiful black Italian silk cocktail dresses with lead weighted hems made for her at Bergdorf’s.
Fashion week or as it used to be called Press Week became something she paid attention to and looked forward to like the changing of the leaves in Central Park outside her windows in the Dakota. Long after the apartment was gone however, the clothes still hung in her closets, reminders of Fall and Spring collections past.
RIP Julie Harris
Wicked Sunburn
Rags to Riches
From Kansas City to Versailles in one blog post!
A much quicker version of my mother, Georgann Rea’s journey from Iowa orphanage to Kamsas City Plaza dweller to Minneapolis actor’s wife to Dakota dwelling Broadway Producer’s wife to wealthy American Divorcee in London! Thirty years from there to here and in ten more she’d be broke again.
Here we are on an ASL trip to Versailles. Note the crazy 70s styling.
Fatal Glamour
The Guthrie Theater in Minneapolis. Designed by Ralph Rapson and completed in 1963 with one of the first thrust stages in America, designed by Tanya Moiseiwitsch.
Peter Zeisler, Sir Tyrone Guthrie and Oliver Rea — founders of the theater.
“Oliver Rea was a successful Broadway producer who, disenchanted with the New York theater scene, had moved his family to Minneapolis to found the Guthrie Theater, where he and Sir Tyrone Guthrie, a scion of the English stage, planned to produce serious classical theater….He wasn’t handsome but had a craggy allure and an air of mystery that mother found fatally glamorous.” — Chanel Bonfire
Hotel Sydney Opera in Paris
The Hotel Sydney Opera in Paris! Now a spiffy Best Western.
With the much-cleaned air-shaft — location of the infamous Henry VIII chicken bone scene in Chanel Bonfire.
Crazy double exposure picture of mother, on the landing strip in Morocco right before we left in a private plane to cross the Zagora desert, to Ouarzate. Love the English gent behind her…
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