Rose Bertin was a small but pivotal cog in precipitating the end of the French Monarchy.
She was more than a fashion designer; she was
the fashion designer. She exclusively served the wealthiest and highest nobility; her most prominent client was Marie Antoinette, first as Dauphine (crown princess by marriage) and then as Queen of France. A creation by Rose Bertin--a single outfit--was likely to cost upwards of
twenty times the annual income of an ordinary working class Frenchman.
The Queen's obsession with fashion, her reliance on Bertin as confidante, as well as the continual grinding-in-the-face irritation of the flamboyant excess and appalling expenditure in her closet contributed a good deal to the snapping of the social bond between monarchs and subjects. With that final vestige of social restraint evaporated, the agitation of the revolutionaries, the
sans-culottes, found a fertile hotbed in the Parisian masses, and the Bastille was breached, and the rest is history.
Here's an excerpt from Wikipedia that describes a little of what Rose Bertin did for her clients, in the way of fashion:
In the mid-18th century, French women had begun to "pouf" (raise) their hair with pads and pomade and wore oversized luxurious gowns. Bertin used and exaggerated the leading modes of the day, and created poufs for Marie Antoinette with heights up to three feet. The pouf fashion reached such extremes that it became a period trademark, along with decorating the hair with ornaments and objects which showcased current events. Working with Léonard, the Queen's royal hairdresser, Bertin created a coiffure that became the rage all over Europe: hair would be accessorized, stylized, cut into defining scenes, and modeled into shapes and objects—ranging from recent gossip to nativities to husbands' infidelities, to French naval vessels such as the Belle Poule, to the pouf aux insurgents in honor of the American Revolutionary War. The Queen's most famous coif was the "inoculation" pouf that she wore to publicize her success in persuading the King to be vaccinated against smallpox.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the latest highly-publicized
oeuvres of M. Treacy:
http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/.a/6a00d8341c630a53ef01538e3404bb970b-600wiPlease let me enter a caveat here: I do not have passionate feelings about abolishing the British monarchy. Indeed, until quite recently I had a mildly affectionate feeling for the institution as it has evolved, and an appreciation for its intangible value to British society as well as its modest tangible value as tourist attraction. Really, I had nothing personal against the royals. Still don't. I can even muster a mild compassion for the exigencies of a life so privacy-deprived and choice-restricted. I doubt even the vast wealth and social (
not political) power of the family can't entirely compensate for the lack of freedom.
And none of that is changed by the ridiculous fashion-excess-fest of last Friday. I don't think the royals, per se, are in any danger, really. They are but a manifestation (and a comparatively minor one) of a symptom of the worsening disease affecting not just Britain, but the industrialized democracies of Europe and the Americas.
But that ailment is very much the same as the ailment that troubled France in the eighteenth century: The concentration of wealth and economic power into the hands of a tiny minority who not only ignored the well-being of the rest of society, but actively exploited them and exacerbated the exploitation by obscene displays of excess.
It took decades for the social fabric to fray and disintegrate to the point where the tumbrils carried their loads to the foot of the scaffold, and
Mme la Guillotine whittled the size of the privileged class back down to where the rest of society could support it again.
And that's all I'm going to say about that.
historically,
Bright