With sadness, I say good bye to one of fashion’s greatest
designers. Oscar de la Renta passed away
tonight after a long fight with cancer. He was an American icon, dressing First Ladies and Hollywood legends
alike.
My personal recollection of him began in high school with me
discovering we shared a birthday. I
poured over the glamorous coverage of his fashion shows, hoping to experience
his world when I got to New York to work in fashion.

Visiting his studio at 550 7th Avenue was a treat. He and his close staff always looked impeccable. I would have been intimidated if it were not for his warm demeanor. One appointment I
had there was cut short unexpectedly. I
was shooed out for security clearance as then First Lady Hillary Clinton was
coming in for a fitting.
I remember one instance where his son Moises
was doing homework in his office. Everyone
knew that whenever Oscar had his family there, he would be in a great
mood. Oscar was in the middle of fitting
a gown on a model a few weeks before his runway show in the studio. He came back to the office to ask his son if
he wanted to watch the fitting. Adolescent
boys generally don’t jump at watching their fathers pin clothing. However, Moises could see the enthusiasm in
his Dad’s eyes and reluctantly joined him to make him happy. Love trumped the need for teenage cool.
In recent years, Oscar de la Renta created memorable looks
for pop divas like Beyonce Knowles and sartorial fantasies for Sarah Jessica
Parker and Sex and the City. I hope he
is surrounded by love and beautiful things like what he himself gave to this
world.




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