In Search of Halston…
Photo by Ron Galella / WireImage
We were always a fan. Who can adore the 70s and not adore Halston? The jersey dress, the flowey, wearable sheaths. The hats. We admit to pangs of “era envy!” Ahhh to be a Halstonette…Who was he, that owned this time of glitter, decadence, sexiness, glamour and style? Finally there were answers. Finally we saw the film. Of course, we loved it. Every moment such a scene.
He, always in a black turtleneck. The cigarette forever dangling in his hand. And the casual genius with which he created beauty. His aesthetic so glamorous yet effortless.
At least for a spell we were there, transported, diaphanous in white, dancing the night away. Oh what a night…











