A chronicle of the privileged and the sybaritic drifting beautifully into a state of exquisite obsolescence
I was drifting through The Strand when I bumped into Thierry Coubert's "Cafe Society", graced by this very haughty portrait of Barbara Hutton on the cover. You might want to despise Ms Hutton's evocation of perfect arrogance in this image. The serious jewels, the angular plane of those cheekbones , that tight mouth, the bouffant coiled to look like a frozen froth, the careless hand gesture with the cigarette held at a distance from the body. The dog,…the fur shrug…the floral dress. Look at how it creates a visual melange of absolute self-indulgence. It is like the best Vogue Italia cover that never was.