Friday, May 8, 2026

Fashion in Pictures

Mary Cassatt
The Fitting
ca. 1890-91
drypoint and color aquatint
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra


Georges Lepape
Laquelle?
(Robe de soirée de Paul Poiret)

ca. 1912
lithograph and pochoir
Cooper Hewitt, Smithsonian Design Museum

Georges Lepape
Dieu! Qu'il fait froid . . .
(Manteau d'hiver de Paul Poiret)

ca. 1913
lithograph and pochoir
Cooper Hewitt, Smithsonian Design Museum

Maurice Taquoy
L'Entr'Acte
(Robe de soir de Worth)

1913
lithograph and pochoir
Cooper Hewitt, Smithsonian Design Museum

Dagobert Peche
Fashion Illustration - Woman in Garden
1914
hand-colored woodcut
Cooper Hewitt, Smithsonian Design Museum

Man Ray
Peggy Guggenheim wearing Paul Poiret
1924
gelatin silver print
National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC

Georges Barbier
L'Air
1925
lineblock and pochoir
Cooper Hewitt, Smithsonian Design Museum

Cecil Beaton
Ruth Ford modeling Satin Cape
ca. 1930-40
gelatin silver print
Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC

Charles James
Fashion Studies
1962
drawing
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia

Charles James
Fashion Study
1962
drawing
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia

Boris Chaliapin
Rudi Gernreich
1967
gouache and graphite on board
(commissioned by Time magazine)
National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC

David  Bailey
Penelope Tree for British Vogue
1968
gelatin silver print
Victoria & Albert Museum, London

Arthur Leipzig
Pauline Trigère creating a Garment
1968
gelatin-silver-print-
National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC

Judy McGuggart
John Fairchild, editor of Women's Wear Daily
1970
needlepoint on canvas
(commissioned by Time magazine)
National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC

Ann Weir
Study of a Dress
1984
drawing
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Zoe Leonard
Geoffrey Beene Fashion Show
1990
gelatin silver print
Whitney Museum of American Art, New York

Margaret Strickland
Easter Dress
2007
inkjet print
Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC

Sandpiper

The roaring alongside he takes for granted,
and that every so often the world is bound to shake.
He runs, he runs to the south, finical, awkward,
in a state of controlled panic, a student of Blake.

The beach hisses like fat. On his left, a sheet
of interrupting water comes and goes
and glazes over his dark and brittle feet.
He runs, he runs straight through it, watching his toes.

– Watching, rather, the spaces of sand between them,
where (no detail too small) the Atlantic drains
rapidly backwards and downwards. As he runs,
he stares at the dragging grains.

The world is a mist. And then the world is
minute and vast and clear. The tide
is higher or lower. He couldn't tell you which.
His beak is focussed, he is preoccupied,

looking for something, something, something.
Poor bird, he is obsessed!
The millions of grains are black, white, tan, and gray, 
mixed with quartz grains, rose and amethyst.

– Elizabeth Bishop (1962)