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The New “Nun’s Headdress,’’
the “Eiffel Tower” Plumes
Very Transparent Tea Gowns
and the
“Fuzzy-
Wuzzy” A* , ^
Earrings.
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L ADY DUFF-GORDON. the famous “Lu-
cile" of London, and foremost creator of
fashions in the world, writes each week the
fashion article for this newspaper, presenting all
that is newest and best in styles for well-dressed
women.
Lady Duff-Gordon's Pans establishment brings
her into close touch with that centre of fashion.
Lady Duff-Gordon's American establishment is
at Nos. yi and 39 West Fifty-seventh street. New
York City
are made of the hair twisted aborts
a bft of the thinnest of gold wire.
This velour hat with its stunning
ostrich fancy is one of the latest
models, and one. I am sure, that wfl)
prove a great favorite with the oltra-
tashionabie woman.
Of the making of hats there Is no
end. nor of the making of deltghtfill
handbags. The bag of the Autumn
must match the costume in color,
and to be absolutely correct tt
should be m^de of the gown mate
rial. The present cheapness of the
Oriental embroideries has led the
smart woman to discard her bag of
these most charming fabrics.
used alone or together
A great contrast to the pink tulle
hat I have Just described Is the
“chauffeur’s' hat of black velvet,
wltb Its curious leaning plume. The
Instant I saw it 1 thought of the
Eiffel Tower and lo. It was named
This Is a trying shape perhaps hut
given large dark eyes and fluffy hair
a woman may wear It unchallenged.
One of the strangest and yet indi
vidual arrangements of the hair is
shown In the lower picture. Paris
calls this the "Fuzzy-Wuzzy” ear
ring. "Fuzzy-Wuzzy” being consid
ered by Parisians to be a perfectly
proper "Americanism.” These rings
The Chau^'ur’s Hal of Velvet, with Eiffel Tower Plume.
’ By Lady Duff-Gordon (“Lucile”).
H OK some months the evening Because If not, 1 can tell you what
headdress of the smart to choose—an exquisite affair of pink
woman has been a thing tulle In that three-cornered shape
of barbaric beauty—an which when set at the correct angle
orgy of ospreys and an avalnnche on the head Is so deliciously Jaunty
of aigrettes, outspreading and up- nod becoming, and which Is made
standing In every possible—and im
possible—position
But now the panoply of plumes Is
to be torn from the heads of the
fashionable fair—and dark—and If
thh milliner Is to be obeyed the
women who have for so long been
trying to rival a wild Indian chief
tain will now take a nun for their
model, In the matter of headgear at
any rate.
But It will be a nun with a differ
ence—for daring instead of demure
Is this close framing of the face and
hair, and in place of fair white brow
there Is a banding of shimmering
silver lace, bordered with a line of
light and diamonds
Of course, only the woman—or. in
fact, the girl—with a . perfectly oval
face should adventure upon Its close
silhouetting in this way. but, granted
the beauty of the wearer, the
provocative allurement of the head
dress Is undeniable—and delightful.
it Is easy to Imagine, too. how
wonderful an all-black “nun” head
dress would look on a Madonna
faced girl, exquisitely fair of skin
and with dead gold hair. Altogether
there are distinct and decorative
possibilities In the new creation of
sensation.
Hats are—admittedly and un
doubtedly—growing larger, and per
haps lovelier, too. But that the
small hat Is by no means dethroned
Is proved conclusively and pleas
antly by a new “Lewis" model, as
worn by one of the prettiest of Paris
ian actresses.
Only the brim Is of velvet, the
crown being just a soft semi-trans
parency of black coreophane. against
which—and here every petal shows
up in striking relief-—are clustered
t ome white and golden-hearted mar-
uerites and a couple of roses—
white and pure.
Catching the flowers together at
the back Is la bow of wide black vel
vet ribbon, so arranged that two
long looped ends fall far down over
the hair, while the others are raised
Just sufficiently above the crown of
the hat to relieve it from any sus
picion of flatness.
Have you. I wonder, discovered
lust exactly the right kind of hat to
suit those moments when the clerk
of the weather and you yourself are
both alike In your sunniest moods?
The Nun Headdress
of Diamonds and
Lace That
Is the Rage in Pans
which demands the accompaniment
of a rather smart gown of eharmeuse
and ninon or lace, so if you feel moro
inclined toward a “sweet simplicity”
style of attire you should fix on a
hat of soft white felt, the brim so
upturned as to reveal an underlin
ing of powder blue crepe de chine,
while the almost inevitable touch
of tulle is in this case transferred to
the crown, where It forms an encir
cling kilting, held In place by a trail
of white wheat-ears.
There is. too, an upstanding sheaf
of these decorative things at one
side, and peeping out from their
midst one full-blown rose of delicate
pink, with a spray of fresh greeD
leaves. So I can imagine the hat
looking quite lovely—can’t you?—as
worn by a pretty fair-haired girl,
whose gown of the finest white
chiffon or marquisette is arranged
with three deep and closely pleated
skirt flounces, the cross-ovei cor
sage being sashed with blue, and
one long-stalked pink rose being
stuck in the girdle.
The two extremes of fabrics meet
in the hats of the moment, just as
In the gowns. Tulle, that most
fragile of all materials, and velvet,
the most durable, are the favorites.
Lace
and Chiffon
Boudoir
Gown.
’ with the
New
Close
Fitting
Cap
“Fuzzy-
Wuzzy’
Ringlets
About
Another
‘Tower”
Plume.
feather a little cluster of black-pet-
ailed and golden-hearted marguer
ites. And so the whole effect Is In
creased by the contrast.
I like, too, the union of tulle and
feathers, and, altogether, this Is a
hat to wear when “all’s well with
the world”—and the weather—and
to make you still better pleased with
both. But of course also it is a hat
doubly so In this case by a soft os
trich feather bordering to the up
turned brim, and the further finish
of one long plume, which sweeps far
outwards and then upwards at the
back.
The whole dainty thing is so far in
the one faint and fascinating shade
of pink, but there Is finally tucked
away at the base of that soft ostrich