ABSTRACT
Such tiny, tiny bodices at Mattli’s, there seemed scarcely room in them for a heart to beat. Perhaps in these perfect little cocktail dresses there is some inner breast-pocket to accommodate the heart … for they are certainly not unromantic. With their high underlining of the bosom as in the Empire style, and with their low cut at the neckline, these dresses yet have a deceptive air of decorous demureness, a kind of inverted modesty. The cocktail and theatre coats which escort these dresses are no less dramatic; and in such late evening and early evening outfits, the author would say, lies Mr Mattli’s main creative genius. Again there is, as there was at Michael’s, a feeling that we had been there before. And yet, where better? Once again, as on Thursday, the author sensed that fashion has reached the point of no departure.
