Behind Every Weil-Dressed Man Is a Woman of Taste

摘要

As a girl growing up in Paris, Veronique Nichanian was obsessed with fabric. "I lived in a neighborhood with shops that sold cloth. Every Saturday, I went out and bought fabric. Finally, my mother had to say, 'Enough' when I came home again with arms full of material." As she talks about fabric—cashmere, vicuna, un tres beau whipcord—her eyes light up. Actually, her eyes are often alight, and her hands are in motion, as she describes designing for the Hermes man.