Byline: Sarah Ball
A museum show of Grace Kelly's wardrobe puts her style in its place.
Guarded with the same ferocity as "plans for a fifteen-hundred-mile ballistic missile," the design called for white, poured like a healthy slug of milk into an "elegant, feminine, ladylike" silhouette. Thirty-five tailors, like Cinderella's woodland creatures, spent six frenzied weeks stitching together the 125-year-old Brussels lace. The finished confection--American-designed, American-assembled, American-worn--was supposed to advertise that the wearer hailed from "a country with dress designers of great distinction, equal to any in the world." And immediately after it was worn, the piece was sent to roost its downy, white-lace feathers in the rafters of a museum, where it would drape for eternity.
That may sound like Michelle Obama's top-secret inauguration gown, and her ethereal white Jason Wu dress was indeed installed at the Smithsonian last month. But those making the feverish descriptions aren't bloggers--they're 1950s fashion columnists, describing Grace Kelly's big, fat, chic wedding frock. Like Obama's off-the-shoulder ensemble, Kelly's royal bridal gown was a sartorial divider page: the end of a blushing political preamble, the beginning of world-stage wifehood. It was also a cue for the media to deepen and sharpen their obsession with first-lady (or Her Royal Highness) fashion. Jackie Kennedy is the historical face of stylish, modern political spouses, and Princess Di may be the only woman to have eclipsed her legacy. But Kelly--married to Prince Rainier III of Monaco in 1956, a union the press would christen the "wedding of the century"--came first, and to unprecedented fanfare. By the time Jackie first appeared on the best-dressed list, in 1960, Kelly was already in its hall of fame. This week Kelly is being inducted into another hallowed hall: 50 of her outfits are on display at London's Victoria and Albert Museum, in a show called Grace Kelly: Style Icon.
Outside of the fashion world, the worthiness of such exhibitions is regularly debated. Fashion blockbusters are the cute cheerleaders in the museum cafeteria--hated because they're beautiful, empty, and popular. Sometimes their bad rap is …