Designer Yves Saint-Laurent spent a fair amount of the seventies jet-setting to Marrakesh, Morrocco, and it seems impossible to view that decade without the lasting impact of his era-defining sensibility that cultivated a love for decadent travel, indulgent partying and general wide-eyed incredulousness. He handpicked model-socialites Marisa Berenson and Talitha Getty to embody his vision of beauty- a little tragic, a little imperious, a little (or a lot) hedonistic. Much has been said on the subject of bohemian fashion, but these ladies weren’t quite or entirely fringe counterculture, they were calculated, refined visions- the free spirit reigned in. The tension between Saint-Laurent’s flower-child idealizing and remarkably deliberate editorializing was richly represented in the styles of Berenson and Getty, their faces shine as though polished, but the flowers in their hair were of course natural creations, making their wearers subject to the world in all its complicated detail.

Marisa Berenson becoming a human canvas and showcasing some exquisite extravagance.

Talitha Getty decked out in dreamy florals and royal opulence.

Cloaked in wrap dress and head wrap, Berenson becomes the picture of elegant lounging around.

The best way to wear a tunic- surrounded by authentic batik prints and with perfectly teased hair.

All kinds of wonder abound, not the least of which is this flower headdress.

Gilded rings paired with woven straw- a perfect juxtaposition of high and low.

The elaborate hairpiece departs from the sort of soft floral wreaths more typical of the time; it is a fabulously unusual construction. Even the kitty thinks so.

So many ways to play the coy chanteuse.

Rendering macrame impossibly charming- not the easiest task.

Just a bracelet, a guitar, and withering beauty.
Posted Dec 29, 2010