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Other works on display include Francois Boucher's "Mme. de Pompadour and her Toilet," Kirchner's "Self-Portrait with a Cat," the Egyptian "Stele of Ramses II," and the likenesses of such historical figures as Julius Caesar, Sophocles, Louis XIV, Nero, and Oliver Wendall Holmes...
Christian Dior created not only the New Look but a new silhouette every six months. Mme. Gres has been turning out her gently flowing dresses pretty much the same way for more than a half-century. Paul Poiret, the first celebrity couturier, left nothing undesigned, not only what a woman wore but everything she touched. His spiritual heir, Ralph Lauren, clothes not only whole milieus but fantasies as well: the dream of belonging, whether to a club or a board or the ski crowd at Vail. Giorgio Armani influenced the way almost every designer thinks by adapting to classic dictates...
...discusses his long-dormant sexuality admitting his lecherouseness as a certain older woman. That young woman Mme Lebrun. I desired her as much as a child of ten can desire a woman ... I turned on the charm with her ... Shortly, afterwards. Mnie Lebrun declared with a serious air. I'd like to know the boy when he's twenty...
...lighting cigarettes Bogart-style and shaking his head in the worldly way of Edward G. Robinson. She rents a preposterous weekend apartment in Lille, where she and Gueret calculate their future in the Congo or Senegal, "two unlikely, hardworking lovers...planning for their years of triumph and luxury." But Mme. Biron has also got in touch with an old gangster crony in Marseille to help her fence the jewels, and after that, reality takes a brutal measure of the couple's dreams...
...pinched minds, so that her customary grace notes-sly humor, sheer oddity-are rarely struck. But the story is told in sure-handed fashion, and it is flawlessly paced. Gueret at least is a convincing character, and the author takes an unexpectedly hearty interest in his clumsy pursuit of Mme. Biron. The French critics are doubtless right that this is second-class Sagan, but there is enough here to justify her exploring the low road for once. -By Martha Duffy