22 June 2006
I've run out of ideas before, but never quite like this: "A Fashionable Life," a regular department in Harper's Bazaar, this month explores the undoubtedly busy but inevitably fascinating life of Veronica Hearst.
If your eyeballs stopped on "Hearst," they should have; Veronica is otherwise known as Mrs. Randolph A. Hearst, the third wife of William Randolph Hearst's last surviving son. (The first Mrs. Hearst was Patty's mom.) The Hearst corporation, of course, will outlive them all; by no particular coincidence, it has owned Harper's Bazaar for nearly 100 years. (The magazine dates back to 1867; it was at one time a corporate sister to Harper's New Monthly Magazine, founded in 1850 and still in existence with a shorter name.)
Still, if you're looking for socialites, you can do worse than Mrs. Hearst. This paragraph gets me somehow:
Ascending a staircase, you find Veronica Hearst on the landing, wearing one of her simple haute-couture columns by John Galliano for Dior. A statuesque, dark-haired beauty, she has been asked to pose for a photograph in front of a 1982 portrait by Andy Warhol. "This is so unfair," she says with alarm, "to be standing in front of a picture from almost 25 years ago!" Warhol's work is remarkably stylized, and though nearly a quarter of a century has passed, one thing is crystal clear: Hearst looks exactly the same. Even her old friend Karl Lagerfeld agrees: "She's very beautiful she's always been very beautiful, and above all, she never changes."
That's a lot of time not to change. She was about 20 years younger than Randolph Hearst when they were wed in 1987 he died in 2000 at eighty-five so she's got to be pushing, or just breezing past, seventy. And given kindly treatment by a careful photographer, she does look pretty good. (A more candid shot might be less flattering.) Also featured is Veronica's daughter (from her first marriage) Fabiola Beracasa, who doesn't seem to resemble her much physically, but who has the same general taste in couture.
Still, I keep coming back to that shot with the Warhol portrait. (It presumably will be at the magazine's Web site eventually.) And I keep coming back for the same reason: I keep imagining Donna in that dress.Posted at 6:22 AM to Almost Yogurt