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...doors slam shut, falls silent. Or does it? Banks' poetic text and Hallensleben's richly impastoed paintings guide us through the deserted rooms, evoking the dripping of a kitchen faucet, the buckling and crackling of frost on the windows, the ruffling of a cat shaking snowflakes from its fur, even the silence of a bird sitting on its nest in the loft. At length the patter of rain heralds spring, and soon children's shouts and the clump of feet on the back stairs start another season. At the same time a secondary theme blossoms. Not only does the house...
Today the fur business has rebounded, and J. Mendel still sells minks that would make a Romanov swoon, but most people who stop by the store aren't there for the coats. Spotted by nighttime window shoppers, the diversionary dresses soon became a main attraction, and in the late 1990s, Mendel began designing feminine skirts and pantsuits for day and drop-dead dresses for night, many trimmed with a fur collar or hem. In January 2004, he showed his first ready-to-wear collection in New York City. The show drew raves and marked the successful repositioning of the brand...
...struck out on his own. ?My dream was to open a beautiful store on Madison Avenue,? he says. His first stop in New York City was Fifth Avenue and the headquarters of the Elizabeth Arden salon, where he was hired as chief designer for the in-house fur boutique...
Away from the family atelier, Mendel experimented with fur in ways that defied the teachings of his father. ?My father was like a diamond cutter,? he says. ?He excelled at what he did, but it didn't have any connection to the outside world.? Gilles created coats in which he sheared off all the hair so that they felt and looked like cashmere; he cut swaths of mink into pieces and sewed them back together in loose, fragile strips that offered neither bulk nor insulation. ?I was the only furrier who sold fur that didn...
...Italy, when most Milanese traditionally settle into a nice plate of risotto. But inside the Dolce & Gabbana flagship store on Via della Spiga, the mood is frantic, with shoppers young and old slapping down credit cards for the label's signature $2,900 pin-striped pantsuits and $3,500 fur-trimmed coats. It seems there are not enough salespeople to handle the traffic, so Alberto Addis, the store's visual merchandiser, is lending a hand, greeting two women who have wandered past the acres of shiny black-glass walls and Murano-glass chandeliers into the leopard-print VIP room. They...